Bora born
When the thorn bird sings _
Loose lips sink ships as the old saying goes
silence be a true friend made to order.
Motivations slip then slide which way, when
the real need to inform fills those damned what
ifs' you do or don't, reset borders.
So you settle on whose right to know, to
see which way freedom's needle of choice swings.
Detached in time the truth be spoke of the
unbreakable curse of the mother on
her two girls which no one ever revoked.
Tell tale bling from it swings, the messenger
always shot, such action seldom undone.
Patience a virtue they say, though forty
years stretch the long bow after beliefs fix
personality types as time takes hold.
The moment drops, a background impulse moves
forward on the breath, the last promise ends.
The curse exposed she leaves the table, the
relationship has died as the daughter
under foot has become the mother's clone.
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© 18th jan 2023 _ Ioan James Daniel
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When the thorn bird sings _
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