DEEP DARK DOWN

Ann of Norway Oh sweet kind friends all of you, you understand my poems so well and can tell there lies another understanding behind them, lived, experienced and sadly told, in some cases quite old, in others new, but its always painful to realise how wrong one was, and has maybe even lived with these taints without sorting them out to see into their meanings, they can suddenly become so banal when the partner has thought they were so serious and desperate. Like a mouse escaping the buzzard's plunge here. I know for years and years and years some have been influenced by a LOOK on one of their family members faces, he quite unaware of the impact his look had on them, their lives never reconciled, so sad a mistake. Making my theory that schools should have social behaviour as the first subject on the curriculum, not maths and geography etc. but empathy and understanding of each other in life, not because any gods dictate it; here the Bible has some good parables, but because we wish to thrive and live a joyful happy life with our fellow men/women. Would that not change society for the better? There might not be so many disputes between nations either. Here in Neopoets we keep a pretty good equilibrium, empathising with each other well I feel, only occasionally do people step over the line of simple understanding, and we as poets are a sensitive race, painting our souls out for others to peruse, its a delicate balance That keeps us afloat on the sea of words we use, sometimes saying things that teach others to look again, its all in the perception of life, and most people, judging by my painting classes for adults in the 1960's don't even SEE what they are looking at!!!!