Re-do of the Red Wheelbarrow:
The Black Chalk Board
upon a black
beside the gray
I know, I know, metaphors rule
but their birth is often Caesarian.
Is your life a sandbox or a boxcar?
A crapshoot? A bird cage?
A leaf or is it a harp?
Or a stage, maybe a sand dune?
A beached sea shell or a chapel?
Ooh! A chapel! I like that one.
Count me in.
It just occurred to me how vulnerable humans are–physically, but even moreso emotionally. Maybe emotionally is not the right word–I mean sensitive to slights, to being discounted (a word I learned in psychology), ignored, being made fun of, mimicked, belittled. Perhaps all these terms refer to the same thing: vulnerable to being hurt. Is anyone impervious to being emotionally hurt? Some have a stoic front, counter-aggressive, hardened defenses. The image that comes to me is of one with a shield which “slings and arrows” bounce off of. I’ll have to think some more on this. (Photo Pixabay)