Cream-Plied
Poorly resourced, ill-used time kills warmth when
rude under-dressed exchanges begin
being passed as norm.
Non-value remarks always fail to impress yet stick
long in the mind as guns of unkindness
kill habitual best.
Sash down and closed against harshness unfeeling
words thrown about hurtfully can rattle
and needlessly burn.
Sticking to tongue long after they fly angry words
come back as unloving chains to shackle
digestible language.
Corners need cleaning when insults adhere beyond
normal reason to rub former scar-battles
in mud thoughtlessly flung.
If tried, sharing affection inside a relationship sews
repair to the worn distress of paucity's
shawl of unmeant care.
Spread with love the saying is true that newly white
mornings feel right when plain breakfast
is cream-plied by two.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay.
Cream-plied, such a perfect metaphor for relationship. Wonderful read.
Such is life that the frustrations of the day to day are oft vented upon those nearest and dearest.But awaking fresh and rested finds such frustrations distant and more readily the truth of togetherness is the daily ripe fruit upon the vine of life.
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