Claudia Piccinno writes

The incautious word

The incautious word
She tickled ill-concealed resentment,
the anger exploded
Where the lynx grazed
The others’ false kindness
swallowed purity
Of a bitter deaf, true listening
And I worried,
I would love to pray oh Peace!
I wondered about it
In search of the true,
I resilient
Among the lies of others.
I picked thorns in bundles
Not to have surrendered
To the liar of the moment,
I looked at him...
to sprinkle petals around her
who married her own truth
To have a pure better look.
I did not bend, time did the rest.
Madame Plastic pissed them all
In a comfortable opinion,
In mediatic smiles
she recovered opportunities.
Only the incautious verb
Was my mate
And one day I’ll triumph
my self being reflected in the glass.
 
 Woman in Mirror -- Gerhardt Isringhaus