Michael, sometimes it is nice to live in a community where everyone thinks the same. It is funny, you can cloak yourself with shiny faced ditties. Becareful you to never show them your other writings. They may be the same type of people who took Stephen the Innocent from the Temple and stoned him. Just make sure they are not carrying any stones in their pockets, and you should be okay. I like this one, Michael. You are a man of peace.
As Rick Nelson sang, "You can't please everyone, so you got to please yourself"-- I think if we do that, others will be more pleased with our honesty.
I love this piece.
j.
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Thank you Jacob, your reading and reviewing means a lot to me. Many of the residents here where I l.. read moreThank you Jacob, your reading and reviewing means a lot to me. Many of the residents here where I live are Christian fundamentalists, as is management. My own spirituality crosses the lines of various religions. While management is, by law, forbidden to discriminate based upon religion, my own beliefs, if voiced freely, would threaten enough people here to possibly cause me BIG problems.
Would they frown upon your life before meeting them? Strange as I thought all religions were forgiving, welcoming annnnnd very rich:)
Enjoyed your words
Variety makes the world go round but maybe in specific surroundings, I can understand the need to hold back a bit. Very relatable Michael, I don’t post all I have written. Plague of piety, I smiled at that. Shirley sounds a blessing. Have a good weekend.
Chris
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Thank you Chris. I do post here in the Cafe pretty much everything I write. It’s a great communi.. read moreThank you Chris. I do post here in the Cafe pretty much everything I write. It’s a great community and I find it a blessing to communicate with other writers from around the world.
Others do not often understand and we need to keep certain things to ourselves if we wish to fit in. This poem speaks to this. Very nicely written it feels real and most relatable.
Michael, this is a well written testament to our world -- or at least a scrap of it -- and so well done. I loved the ending but yearned for you to leave the crowd with some blast from the streets of Minneapolis, or Ukraine. But it is understandable -- and kind (perhaps not?) that you left it the way you did.
Not trying to drum up business for myself, but you might like my piece for your crowd, "Ode to Blue-Haired Ladies."
There’s a quiet rebellion under your collar—ink that wants to bleed, not behave.
You sit among hymns with a pocketful of wreckage, polishing truth just enough to pass.
Once upon a time, a crazy, talented poet from across the Salish Sea told me of an intense dream she experienced in which she was given a strange title for a poem, but nothing more. She felt it import.. more..