Off Putting | Angelica Fuse
Speak the kind
word
do not speak
in haste
let your mouth
heal
the world
bringing
a small taste
of wisdom.
Speak the kind
word
do not speak
in haste
let your mouth
heal
the world
bringing
a small taste
of wisdom.
I get more miles
from a random kindness
than a thousand false
offerings of praise.
It’s amazing what a smile
or free cup of coffee
does for a person’s
outlook, lifting dull shades,
replacing the drapes.
Words like leaves
Drop in a pile
Of inconsequence
Shuffled aside
By faulty memories
Of relevance
Others clog the drains
With their hateful intent
Bunching
But not decomposing
They linger
Without letting
Things pass
Let my words
Be brilliant gold
Or flaming orange
Offering beauty
And a sense
Of well-being
And let them be
If only for a season
Worthy
Of the notice
I saw her sitting with friends
through the glass of the bus stop.
I crossed the road and entered,
she was weeping.
“Aw, sweetheart, what’s the matter?”
She looked up at me
and shook her head gently,
casting jewels knee-wards.
“You always see me like this,
I bet you’ve never seen me smiling?”
She was wrong, so wrong.
I bent down and kissed her
on her head, reminded her
that she had my number
if she ever needed me
and exited the bus stop.
“Why have you got his number,
he’s one of those punks from town?”
I heard one of her friends ask
as I walked away.
“I know, but he’s the nicest man
I’ve ever met!”
she answered.
I kept on walking,
glancing at the window
of a parked car as I went.
Saw the reflection
of my left cheek
and a bit of forehead only.
The shadows hid my crimson eyes
for these blue times.
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In a world
of such great hurt
the challenge
can be where to begin,
where first
to offer healing,
where first
to offer a kind word.
I still think
there is a kindness
in people
buried somewhere deep
there is a healing property
a possibility in the quiet hum
there is a door
wide open to a better life
a better place
a better frame of being.
Do not be
the cactus
with spiny
tongue
do not bring
pain to a world
of loneliness
and hurt,
instead smooth
aloe over
wounds of neighbors
send salve
to the strangers
you meet.