When she asked, have you ever had an instance when the words that came out of your mouth might’ve done hurtful things you didn’t intend? I was more than a bit tempted to answer, “Does a bear poopeth in the woods?” But since I did not want any problems with bears that might resent my word choice, I stitched this instead:
words are seeds
we can grow with care
or let rot
the wee notes…
- or, in plain Magaly-lingo, word-seeds are wild things that must be handled with care. And most of the time, we do a decent job at the handling bit. But... when we are terribly pissed off, our brains and tongues tend to do whatever they want (and gentleness isn’t always part of the wanting). Also, the things we say are subject to the state of mind of those hearing us (even if they aren’t really listening). In other words, even when we are careful, our words will do what they will (and the same is true about those listening to our words (and, as always, by “we” I mean “me”).
- um… I don’t always Magaly-explain my poems, but when I do… I use a lot of parentheses and ellipses and hyphenated words and *cough, cough… coughing*.