The Hare Of Misunderstanding

For misunderstandings to run their term
they have to grow long legs very fast,
and then be shod in firm footwear
to beat the truth to the exit door
to get out, beyond the block,
and replace more nuanced narratives.

But truth is okay being thought of as the tortoise
who is terribly slow, whilst the hares race ahead.

Truth knows that eventually the hare
will exhaust listeners ears with it's stories
-old Public Relations stories are always hollow,
time is the best means of proving their hollowness. 

It is only when the public are prepared
for a more considered historical perspective,
that was less feet of foot at the time,
but commands the attention better.

Commemorating The Death Of The Postcard

On my last holiday I saw no postcards,
and I was quietly disappointed by this.
I realised that the production and sale
of postcards was yet another thing
that the smartphone had killed,
with how easily transmits images.

Later on I looked back on an old friendship
built on once a week visits of an hour a time,
prearranged with a brief landline phone call. 

There the talk was slow and quietly confirming
and when less was said, then it proved
how little needed to be said in friendships.

The coffee, the cake and the ambience said it for us.

One of the low key ways it worked
was for the guest to bring one 'art' postcard
on each visit, for a mini-discussion around it.

Those days of slow living are long gone,
but for how long they went on
they sure were rewarding. 

Note To My (Now Long Distant) Mother

When we invest in another person
we rarely recognise the shape
our investment will take
in who we have made it,
until long after they leave us.

But rest assured-every investment reaps it's own dividends.