[NicknamedBob]

Still Morning!!

Good Morning, Bentfeather,
-- It may be a little late for that peanut, but I hope the little lady doesn't get hurt today...


Paincolor

“Why does it hurt so, Mommy?” The child asks in dismay,
Looking at the redness that has brought an end to play.
“It is a lovely blessing. Try not to take too much.
For pain has ways to keep you safe, with just a gentle touch.”

“You won’t do this again, I think. You’ve learned something today,
But do you think you’d care as much, if it just went away?”
This is the way we learn in this, a harsh and jagged world,
As we try to take it for a spin, and end up counter-twirled.

Pain is a mixed-up blessing, we’ve learned without a doubt,
But it is not the main thing that I’m here to talk about.
There are some pains that hurt our minds and do not leave a sign,
Except the subtle, sneering smile as we work to undermine.

We need to stop embracing hurt, and picking at our scabs,
And picking over wounded foes like offal-eating crabs.
Let’s give our minds the sunshine, and fresh air we’d give the child,
And when we’d rather blast our foe, let’s keep the answer mild.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . May 13, 2004

[Colonel_Flagg]

I admire your skill, Bob. Well done.

[Soaring Feather]

Afternoon Bob.

Good work as usual.

Here's my response.

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There are some sores
that so so deep
that scaring over
doesn't keep the hurt
at bay or far away

'Tis from this source
a poet sings
a song of love
its cost and pain
laid out it
beautiful refrain...

Yes, some folks say
oh move on leave it there
for the dawn
but opposites to attract
and time moves on
to heal some wounds
enough to move beyond
the hurt and open up
to a new love song
every hopeful to belong

bentfeather
05/13/04