A word not needed

Do we forgive the sun that burnt us with its warmth or the thorn that pricked as we reached for beauty

Why resent the hammer that pinched our thumb, sinking a nail to protect us from the storm

Or the storm itself that wets us, giving water of life for our crops, washing away the dirt of day

Why curse the wind of betrayal that whisked away our blanket that warmed us in our bed

Or the flat tire that carried us thirty thousand miles before its air fled

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

why indeed Soren! :) i especially like the irony in your closing for those of us who cuss that flat tire and the nail or rock that punctured it ... after 30,000 miles ... my softener is Road Hazard Warranty ... always comes through for me. :))))))))))))))))
E.

[Soren]

Thanks so much Einstein for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated as always. Will go check and see it you have written anything lately

[John the Baptist]

Good points here, Soren. Too often we blame the environment for the things that frustrate us. But if we carefully examine the situation, it becomes apparent that there were benefits accompanying the perceived insults.




TG

[Soren]

Thanks so much John for the review and comment. We tend to ignore the benefits and also our choices that make it happen. Most appreciated my friend

[Chris Shaw]

I thought of a bottle of milk and how welcome a cool glass of it could be on a hot day, before it is left to sour. Maybe it helps to dwell more on the positives in life, rather than get absorbed in the negatives. A thought provoking poem, nicely composed Soren.

Chris

[Soren]

Thank you Chris for the read and interpretation of this piece it is most appreciated. It is in blaming others that we shift the responsibility from ourselves and think we remain superior while nature laughs.