Pardon

Talking without listening. The mindset of a one-way conversation.

Pardon me,

My turn to speak.

Lest we be

Two minds unique.

I say mine

and you say yours.

My words divine

while yours are chores.

Patiently waiting my turn,

I listen close

to which of my thoughts I'll help you learn.

I watch my words

fly overhead

with grace of birds:

my message dead.

When we exchanged,

our vanity stroked

but sincerity shortchanged,

for no thoughts provoked.

I only hope that now you see

How clever I can really be.

Reviews

[Lavi]

Oh, I love this. I often feel like this happens to me a lot. I imagine that's what brought my sarcasm on so strong too ^^ This is great! As for others noticing how clever you can really be, well, those who don't really weren't worth spending your time with, in the first place.

[Kay]

Nice poem! I especially enjoyed the paradox in this line "with grace of birds:/my message dead".

[KWP]

this is great and yes it happens all the time .. nicely portrayed - I like the way the narrator too believes his message is the more important one to e heard :D X

[aj milton]

Nicely written... how often do we really listen?

[Zoya]

Ah, such are most people. They'll babble all day to others and when others speak to them they turn a blind eye on them. Nice concept and writing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me so much of those people who have conversations...but don't...they are too busy thinking of the next thing to say...rather than really hearing what the other person is saying.

yes, vanity...

[Diane]

I said clever before even reading this.
I do understand this poem. A conversation with some is like talking to a wall.

[Ayisha Upshaw]

A very interesting way of describing the trials of a disagreement.