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We have
all met them, people who are too stubborn to admit they even might be wrong or mistaken; who won’t
compromise because they see even meeting someone halfway as a sign of weakness.
Mind you,
even stubbornness has its place in the human psyche; it can be a virtuy or a vice.. For example, it is
helping me through my treatment for prostate cancer; a stubborn streak in me
refuses to consider (most of the time) what could
yet happen.
Oh, but
life is too short to dwell for long on its what-ifs and maybes. Carpe Diem, I say!
This poem
is a kenning, sometimes referred to as a 'Who am I?' poem.
NOTES ON THE ART OF SELF-DECEPTION
Few
acknowledge
my
presence from beginning to end
of their
time,
insinuating
my way with expertise
worthy of
a spy
intent on
political obstruction,
slithering
in and out
among
corridors of a nation’s
central
powerhouse
To anyone
aware
of my
existence, it suits them best
to deny I
have any influence
over
their affairs, but will insist
they will
proceed
with the
fairness and diplomacy
(not
political expediency)
choosing
to ignore my capacity
for
sabotage
Though
the heart
stay true
to all intents and purposes,
I will
wreak havoc
among
dark corridors of the mind,
slithering
in and out
where conscience
would tread,
ensuring
a degree
of
impotence for its slipping up
on a
trail of lies
I pass for a pale imitation of integrity
in the footlights of human vanity
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2013
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