OLD MEN WHITTLING

Posted on April 15, 2015 by | 5 Comments

 

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I had forgotten small minds
of old men whining,
the Sisyphus among us

whittling clever epithets,
quivers-full of poisoned-tipped
displeasures flung

at the centers of open hearts
in full bloom
I had not yet seen.

                                     for Curtis

 

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5 responses to “OLD MEN WHITTLING”

  1. Peter Notehelfer's avatar Peter Notehelfer | April 15, 2015 at 7:09 am | Reply

    Curious: some things grow sweeter with age, and some simply grow bitter . . .

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    • John's avatar John | April 15, 2015 at 7:18 am | Reply

      It is curious, all in the eye of the beholder. I don’t quite understand why some people want to perceive things and events as worse than they really are — there’s almost always a good side to look for.

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  2. Peter Notehelfer's avatar Peter Notehelfer | April 15, 2015 at 7:34 am | Reply

    More nurture than nature, I think . . .

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  3. Richard's avatar Richard | April 15, 2015 at 10:46 am | Reply

    Imagine how sad and dark a heart must be to spew poison from it’s ventricles. Empathy for happiness unknown.

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