We learn by imitation
from the time we are conceived
to the time we die
we recite our words and thoughts
and in most cases
these things frame our lives
Most take on the whispers
that has floated into their ears
as a guiding principle for their lives
and when those whispers
are the drippings of a venomous mind
what happens to the child being fed?
Whose recital are you listening to?
© Jacqueline
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good
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Beautiful words and image
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This was a thought provoking poem! Made me question how unique am I truly? Or perhaps a reflection of a thousand others?
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Always a joy to read your work
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Such a lovely picture and beautiful words..! 🙂
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Love this. A difficult question worth considering.
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