Lurker who is that stranger peeking at my life digging to find stories and perhaps some strife there is nothing for you all is by the book the hidden whispers floating are only what you cook you pray by day in the light blessings and love bestow you sin by night join the fight of tongues as cold as snow
can't put my finger on it , and I don't think this what what you were going for, but this poem made me feel sad. maybe because I've been on the crappy end of gossip, but this one is eating at me.
I think it is very sad when anyone is at the receiving end of gossip but I do feel pity for those who start it. I often wonder what exactly is it that makes someone say, "Today I am going to make up some stuff about someone and start spreading it." I also wonder why gossip often goes unchallenged.
you make some good points. There have been some really emotional poems in the den lately, some of them strike me as quite raw. This particular one of yours really got me, still not sure why.
Yes, Intrepid, I wonder too, you see, all of my posts are being reported to Ray, and I don't understand why. "I also wonder why gossip goes unchallenged" That's why I posted this statement. Now, a poem. lurker, lurker, are you there if you are, I'm unaware You may continue I don't care It keeps you busy I'm aware stick to peeping, do no more keeping track is such a chore.
