Then Shall I Prune The Roses

[Boss]

They start to intrude
On the net
Oh for the avalanche
Soon it will come

They need a piece
Of the pie
To be in on the act
To listen

And I will say nothing more
Leave them empty
Gaping mouths
Guessing

For I have said too much
Shared my secrets
Bared my truth
My vision

They need hear
Only necessity
Nothing more
Time to pull my head in

For when fallacy prevails
When pretence sits aloft
High on her throne
Then shall I prune the roses

[lizzytysh]

Hi Boss ~

This has a sense of foreboding. I hope it's not related to your contributions here. It's effective with whoever your particular subject may be. I like it. I just hope it's not the messenger. What prompted its writing? Is it the invasive-virus phenomena? You'll no longer be doing business online, right ?

~ Lizzy

[Steven]

Hi Boss,

It's an affecting poem. There is a vulnerable feeling with this one that
is palpable. Recognizing vulnerability, though, and then handling it well
is a marker of strength.

[lizzytysh]

Yes, a vulnerable feeling that's palpable. You're right, Steven. Right, too, with what you've said regarding it. I hope Boss gives your own words serious consideration.

~ Lizzy

[linda_lakeside]

I agree, Steven has always been very human in the way he expresses himself. Naturally, Boss should give his words 'serious' consideration. That's why Steven posted them. In the same way Boss posted his. For 'serious' consideration. Voila!