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An eccentric rambler on life's lessons and mercies, found and lost… :)

Lesson

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Of empty barrels

And pots to fill

That’s what she

Thought, it was all about –

And readily offered

To be so inundated:

Fact, fiction,

They soon merged;

Language and thought

So much to touch!

But they didn’t say

That barrels emptied

Or pots, yet hollow,

If they so remained,

Sometimes surging, welling,

Other-times, upturned, cleared out –

Was all that mattered.

Lessons weren’t to be

Stored: airtight.

Dank, dour, dark.

But

Aired.

Shared.

Lived. 

12 April, 2018, Day#12 of #NaPoWriMo – it’s getting to a challenge now 😀 The muse, the words, they linger longer at the threshold of recognition, not fain to enter when asked 😀

 

 

Author: Usha Pisharody

A rambler, pretends to be a teacher, loves to dream, and go on Quixotic Quests in the Realm of Romance With Life...

4 thoughts on “Lesson

  1. ‘Power comes out from the barrel of a gun’
    Is what i thought when this was begun
    But pots followed
    She said they’re hollowed
    But our minds are full with what she’s spun!

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  2. Knowledge has to be shared she does think
    And with this i am totally in sync
    Knowledge that doesn’t flow will shrink
    Just as stagnating water will throw up a stink.

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