(About a 1 minute read)
What a fool!
I mean you, of course.
You who never believe me,
Never believe me,
When I tell you —
Just as honest as a baby’s butt —
That your spirit is a shining silver ribbon
Woven from songs and stretched between stars,
And consequently, you happen to be beautiful,
You never believe me!
But why is that?
Just why is that?
Do you think I make this stuff up?
What a fool!
I look. I see. I report what I see.
You’re a silver ribbon made from song.
Accept it, you donk. It’s the truth!
The truth dressed up incognito.
Look, we’ve been friends now for what?
Three years? Four if you count
The wear and tear you’ve inflicted on me.
And in all that time
Have I even once told you a falsehood
(Excepting only those times that I have)?
So why don’t you ever believe me
When I tell you you’re
One of the most beautiful and graceful
Free-spirits I’ve ever known?
Sure you have flaws.
Everyone has flaws.
Everyone is not me, for instance,
And so everyone has at least one flaw, am I right?
Your flaw is you lack faith,
The faith to believe me
When I say you have wings and can fly.
What a fool!
Have I ever told you
What a pleasure it is
To know someone who is
Beautiful and graceful,
Kind and loyal,
Fun and funny,
Non-judgemental and accepting,
Free-spirited and loving?
But enough about me.
You’re a lot of those things yourself!
So nice to read you again Paul. Fool that I am. Hope you’re well. This was lovely.
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Miriam! It’s so good to see you again! Thanks for the compliment! I’ll be dropping by your blog soon.
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I’ll look forward to it Paul. 🙂
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The hardest person to convince is yourself. Great poem!
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So true, KT. And thank you!
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“Accept it, you donk” made me smile
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I’m glad I got a smile out of you!
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Ah, a love sonnet to the self. Sweet 💖
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Actually, it’s to Teresums. But I found I couldn’t resist flattering myself while I was at it. 😀
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Aaah – devious sod!
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ROFL!
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Classic Paul Sunstone poetry. Love it!
Especially “a silver ribbon made out of song”
and the closing lines, naturally.
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Thanks so much! Your praise is the least I deserve for such a flawless and timeless work of art.
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What? Did I say I liked the poem? that’s not
what I meant at all. I hate it. you’re quite right, it’s tirelessly formless.
If you want me to stop bruising your fragile ego, and say nice things to you again, you’d better get back to sending me those cheques through the post.
You can’t imagine how much I’ve missed you Paul. I’ve had no-one to insult.
That old black magic has me in its spell.
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It just came to me, the conviction those words “A silver ribbon made out song” as perfectly describe you as possible. Of course, they don’t sum you. Not even close. But how well, how fitting they are to describe an aspect of your spirit.
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I love you. When you’re insulting you make me laugh. When you say lovely things like that you make me cry. Maybe I was built back-to-front.
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Jane! I just sent you two key emails you must not miss. Check your box ASAP!
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