The Last Word
Nothing I say will change
You say will change
My mind
Yours
Already made up
Down to the last
Yours
Mine
This poem is my response to Misky’s Twiglet #236 – the last word.
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Ooh, love the rhythm in this. This is quite a powerful piece, Ken!
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Thank you, Lucy.
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This sounds like so many people. I think too many will die because they won’t change their minds.
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Agreed. And the deniers who survive use that as validation.
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😔
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This reminds me of a piece of wall art with a close-up of a camel’s face that hung in the bathroom of my childhood home (some things stick, I guess…):
I know you believe
you understand
what you think I said
but I’m not sure you realize
that what you heard
is not what I meant
😀🐫
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Ah!! So you understood this perfectly! 😉
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wonderful, clever
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Thank you.
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Pleasure Ken.
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“Down to the last
Yours
Mine”… doesn’t matter at all. Clever and true
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Thank you.
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Like a puzzle, trying to change a person’s mind. Excellent response, Ken.
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Thank you, Misky. And thanks for the prompt.
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Trying to change a person’s mind is the hardest thing to do. Nice response to the prompt.
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Thank you.
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