For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #270
spin, limit, flash, state, park, line,
flip, insulate, mimic, fade, rim, kick
Poets United: Poetry Pantry 324
When someone shows you who they are
believe them, the first time.
Used to believe there was a limit
to the spin one could put on the state
of reality. Even a penny, rolling
on its rim must stop, flopping over
to flash its face eventually.
But in current political race, every line
of decency has been crossed, kicked
to the curb by an insulated mimic of true
humanity, who only wants to park his
butt on the highest arc of our History.
Can one inflated ego really believe that
the memory of his indignities will fade
with time? Just because he says, “It
was only locker room banter,” and that
each of his numerous accusers, “is a liar?”
Elizabeth Crawford 10/16/2016
Notes: Normally, I steer clear of politics. Just don’t go there. However, these past few weeks have triggered something inside of me. Have seen, first hand, how this man’s banter, has unleashed a multitude of hidden memories for friends and strangers alike. And with each noted hidden memory, multitudes (including yours truly) have been likewise triggered to express the unspeakable. If this man is elected, we, all of us, must then face off with the reality that the gravest injustice Man has ever done, is not to a foreign stranger, or through war, or to anyone of a different race or belief system, but to the woman, who willingly or not, stands beside him. But, to be honest in my opinion, his opponent might not be much of a better choice.
Image is a bonfire kaleidoscope and I did use all of the words.