I'm not a big user of small form poems, such as the Haiku.
So it's hard to tell where these came from.
At 5am, it's hard to tell where anything comes from.
Head Lights
A slip of the tongue,
A word said without thinking,
Shines light inwards.
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Inadvertently,
By way of careless comments,
We reveal too much.
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Off the cuff comments
Are windows into the heart
And reveal the belief.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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I don't think any of us would relish too strong a light shining into our dark corners. But what you say is true enough. Sort of a sober version of 'in vino veritas', isn't it?
ReplyDeleteYour 5am thoughts are much more coherent than mine. And much, much more elegantly expressed.
ReplyDeleteWhew! And just when I
ReplyDeletewas going to reveal too much
by careless comments..
:) They are lovely!!!
ReplyDeleteYour 5am musing provides good reading. Especially enjoyed the first.
ReplyDeletevery thoughtful and nice!
ReplyDeletethat last one, so true.
ReplyDeleteHi J.C. ~~ This suits me fine. I enjoy being a private person. But I sure do like to know what the others are doing. Private for me, public for them. :) XD
ReplyDelete..
Pretty deep for 5 a.m. At 5 a.m. I was flinging my face mask across the room thinking sleep apnea has GOT to be less bothersome than STUPID face masks!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSure, a slip can let in a glimmer of light, but words said intentionally flip the switch on the floodlights.
ReplyDeleteWell that sounds like good thing for you Sancho..that way you wont be tripping over your feet trying to extricate your friend's foot from his mouth:)
DeleteHo. Ho. Ho. Oh stop. My ribs are aching.
DeleteYou are supposed to be at work now...if your boss finds out you are on the net he will fire you.Never mind I will give you a job as my personal slave:)
DeleteHey, you two! Play nicely!
DeleteReally? What are the duties?
DeleteIt is a position that comes with a lot of responsibilities. I feel I should tell you that all my previous slaves are deceased possibly from being too zealous and over conscientious on the job but each one died with a smile on his face:)
DeleteWho is this? Someone is trying to steal my thunder.
DeleteCareful Master, she is being tricksy.
DeleteAdd a drink or three and they become even more revealing...
ReplyDeletelove your prism photo. Have tried that sort of thing without success.
Very profound!
ReplyDeletewell penned triptych, J Cosmo ~ M
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