In Defence of Authenticity or How to Spot A Phoney
Kindness is a dim memory of the past now
All the old lovelies in the family
with the kindness gene in spades have gone
A James Joyce daisy chain of umbilical cords
running through generations of selfless generous
minnows in the shark pond protecting their own
with fierce love
Refusing to dance to clashing cymbals
they fired arrows of clarity unaccompanied by
the drippy waftiness of mixed messages
No-one could ever feel more secure or loved
than under the strong wings of those beauties
so unlike the deceptive demeanour of dangerously
unctuous frail frauleins,hiding behind a rehearsed facade
of wallowing self obsession, advocating martyrdom,deluding
themselves that they are gentle caring types
They sing fervently of kindness and mouth that debased
corrupted and misused word; love...love...love...
hollow mantra of hypocrites preying on and damaging
the vulnerable,donning spiritual cloaks to conceal
blades poised to rip anyone who
threatens to speak out and expose the ruse
Genuine glimmers of kindness pop up from time to time
always unexpected and received with joy
usually a well timed gift of a few kind words
that get stashed away in the treasure box
for precious things
When I realise all that I have been given
a few is generous and more than enough
" Surely goodness will follow me always all the days of my life"
It's a nice thought...as long as it's not coagulated in treacle pretending to be Mother Teresa.
I'm still holding my breath.
So many choice bits here. I love the "drippy waftiness of mixed messages" and the James Joyce daisy chain...
ReplyDeleteIt would be good to have known those "wings"
Yes, I know I was lucky in that regard, although it took it a while before I realised that not everyone has that experience. I just took it for granted.
ReplyDeleteI was drawn to the quote because I once knew an affluent woman (married well) who actually said that she enjoyed being in hospital because of the attention. I remember being shocked at the time because she had everything but in those days I was far too reticent to say anything which thankfully I'm not now.
Thank you for commenting on this one. Some of my poetry is not for the faint hearted:)