Show Me, Don'T Tell Me Rumi
Words of love fell from his lips;
he asked if I could feel the affection.
Wiping the bruises on my face,
it was only his anger I felt.
He cooed so sweetly to get his way,
but cast me aside when done.
Still flush from the heat of the moment,
I looked up and he’d moved on to another.
Now I prefer the “strong, silent” type –
men who give hugs and stay by my side.
I’ll not be convinced by words alone;
smiles and loyalty speak louder.
*Inspired by Rumi’s “I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.”
Written May 3, 2015 for Mystic Rose’s contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2015
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