Communicate.

A wistful listen to melodic meadow brook rhymes,
singling out the rivers that run through it. It’s divine.
But the silence is deafening.
Can you hear the movement of the bristles or the wind?
Rhythmic whims and forest trims,
a deceptive charm where the only goal is to win.
Communicate, communicate…does it resonate?
Yes.
Still, no one listens.
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Opting not to speak about what lies beyond.
Unable to hear over their own agendas, despair, or demise.
Incapable of seeing beyond pride, corruption, power, blurred lines;
are we desensitized and color-blind?
Communicate, communicate…does it resonate?
Yes.
Still, no one listens.
~

Quiet quitting or firing, glass ceilings or cliffs,
relational division, segregation, self-imposed riots…all a myth?
Vastness of books, educational programs, and communication platforms.
However, despite actions or words spoken, mindfulness struggles to exist.
Who is responsible for the winds and words uttered and unspoken?
Communicate, communicate…does it resonate?
Yes.
Still, no one listens.

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