I don’t really need ESP to know what you are thinking, for when I ask, “Should I wear this?” your left eyelid starts blinking like it does whenever you tell a little fib; and I can tell your “It looks great!” sounds a little glib. That’s how I know without a doubt you’re spinning a fine yarn; and that, in fact, in this dress I must look wide as a barn.
If you say this dish is great but feed most to the dogs— if you say I’m clever but you rarely read my blogs— if you “want” to get together but we rarely do— I’ve already read the clues to ascertain your view. Yet, still I have the option to see the other side and find a way to look at it that will preserve my pride.
Your eye might blink because a gnat got caught in it just now, and so I do not really look as broad as any cow. He just has a small appetite. Her eyesight might be failing. She might be out of town and when she gets home from her sailing, she’ll call me up and we will meet and have a laugh or two. Without this ESP I really get to choose my view of believing what I want to in spite of what I’ve guessed. When it comes to friendship, less clarity is best!
Not many of you were around four years ago when I first wrote this poem so here it is again, out for review. The daily prompt word is blink.
Though I always tell it if I can,
of the brutal truth, I’m not a fan.
(It’s the brutal part that bothers me,
and not the actual honesty.)
In fact, let’s institute a pact
to exercise the utmost tact.
When telling others just what “is,”
be gentle, be they Sir or Ms;
for though it’s not right to be truthless,
there’s no excuse for being ruthless.
The Prompt: Truth or Dare—Is it possible to be too honest, or is honesty always the best policy?