Words - poem

The wind blows and the curtain flows,
bringing soft breeze caressing my being;
looking at the little raindrops dancing at my window,
feeling so good just like in the meadow.

Then a friend who doesn't understand
says a remark that causes a spark;
it makes me mad and makes her sad,
squashing the joy the soothing wind brings.

Words spoken may be innocent and meant for good,
but they may be thought otherwise and be misunderstood,
bringing complication in communication.
embracing silence as being golden.

Perhaps the listener should listen with his heart,
instead of jumping into conclusion from the start.
Perhaps the speaker should learn the art,
of knowing the listener before she shares her part.

- Bee

Writing from another person's feeling...

posted Sunday, 20 March 2005