She was powerful
For the words
She didn’t speak
If she opened
Her mouth
You knew
It would be
A rudder
Or a cleaver
A stitch
Or a glass of water
She chose
Her words well
And her silences
Even better
She was powerful
For the words
She didn’t speak
If she opened
Her mouth
You knew
It would be
A rudder
Or a cleaver
A stitch
Or a glass of water
She chose
Her words well
And her silences
Even better
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Comments
Greg
A well thought out piece and tells much in those few words as the lady,
Yours Ian ..
thanks Ian!
thanks Ian!
perfect write!
perfect write!
i especially like the cadence
thank you!
thank you!
Applause...
I couldn't have said it better myself! I was thinking it! But trying to be the better person, haven't said it.
Oh, I'm sure you don't know the person I am speaking of personally, but then again, a weed by any other name is still a weed! Nice job, in connecting with the reader. ~ Geezer.
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thanks geezer. glad it
thanks geezer. glad it connected!