Theme Thursday's theme last Thursday was "Communication".The Bone Filter
We humans are a most social lot
And words are there to drive us.
They help us rally ‘round our tribe
And let our knowledge out-survive us.
But communication, like all human skills,
Is spread both thin and thick;
Some can paint a dream with words
While others hit you with a brick.
Despite the varied rhetorical skills
We use in verbal clinches,
It’s not really a communication
Until it’s past the last four inches.
But even then survival’s slim,
In the realm beyond the ears;
Communication’s not what you say,
But what the hearer hears.
In the bony recesses of the mind,
All inputs are there inspected,
Through prisms, lens and filters,
To be taken in or off-handedly rejected.
And so our civilization will progress
On what we think we thought we heard;
Sadly, invariably, we will get it wrong,
And, for that, you can take my word.
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© 2011 J Cosmo Newbery
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Wonderful poem dear J Cosmo and what you say is so true, it is a shame that others only filter out what they wish to hear, not what has actually been spoken.
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Nice poem, very cleverly written! Mr J Cosmo :-)
ReplyDeleteYes, J Cosmo, I agree. Communication is not what you say, but what the hearer hears! (And of that we can't always be sure!)
ReplyDeleteDelightful. As always.
ReplyDeleteGreat observations in a fun look at the horrors of mis-communication! Well done...
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