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Gossip

I wonder when it first began these whisperings that can either spread an alarm or tarnish anothers charm. I wonder when it became ugly gossip to enflame. Did the whisper start as a tickle for the ear or the need to speak ever so near to our wooly mammoth prey in that long ago day? First pronounced as godsip by that mysterious ancient lip meaning a godparent or a close friend sent to listen and presumably repeat the news of me to give to you and then it became the Let Me Tell You About ... game. This art of idle chatter about nothing to really matter, all this second-hand news is just a way to excuse our obsessive need to tattle.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 11/25/2008 6:46:00 AM
This is amazing! You have a gift that I can relate to so deeply! I really like this poem--it is a true creation of what we do--what we put up with--and as a divorced mother of three--I can relate to it all too well. You have a very special gift--can't wait to read the rest of your poems!! God bless you!!
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