We may blame the invisible
deities, the almighty powers
we can’t see work
against us—toying with
what makes us tick
to urgent clocks.
And we may find relief
damning them
with metaphors, similes
and alliterative profanity
as if the gods were deaf
to rehearsed poetry.
But the sagest save energy
turning blasphemies loose
just under their breath.
drycrikjournal 
I never heard my father swear but I think I saw him mutter under his breath the day a fencing wire snapped and tore a gash across his arm.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Two lucky men. I think my father believed that his profane outbursts were healthy venting for his heart. Emulating him early on, it has taken a lifetime to learn to whisper.
LikeLike