Gossips

As if to spy upon some rapt adjourn more devellish than their own ~ existing for the slug of virtue from some forgotten dream Their aim ~ outdated with resent yet stealthy earned. Their ears, like prodding volts reversed to bring return. Life's focus ~ now forgotten with its yearn, seeking noticed space that all but clutters . . . nothings scorn!

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Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 7/16/2009 9:49:00 AM

Paula, why not tell it like it is? Oh yes that is what you have done in this awesome write. Love, Carol

Hyle Chu

Date: 6/25/2009 10:03:00 PM

Sometimes I forget how nasty those rotten grapes can be. They can hurt you; "existing for the slug of virtue." Our image and deeds can seem virtuous until gossip takes aim.