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Thursday, 17 January 2013

Chinese Proverb

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I was asked to write a humorous poem based on an old adage. The subject matter was left completely up to me and not having written for a while I went for something easy. I hope you enjoy it.

Chinese Proverb

He lay there silent,
head tipped back,
a look of surprise
fixed in his eyes.

On his head
two black spots lie
separated by a maw
that was not there before.

The line of scarlet
crossed his brow.
He’d not had time
to utter 'ow'.

I remembered then
an old adage;

“Do not remove a fly
from your friend’s forehead
with a hatchet.”

John Carré Buchanan
17 January 2013

6 comments:

  1. I guess we ought to be careful how we deal with our friends, and your poem did bring a smile to my face.

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    1. Rum Punch Drunk,
      Thank you very much for your comment and your continued support of my blog despite my failure to post much recently. I'm glad I managed to put a smile on your face.
      Having not written for quite a while (I have been through an extended period of set backs in my pain management) I have managed two poems today, so I must be on the mend.
      Hopefully I will be back into the swing of things soon.
      Once again thank you.

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    2. Sorry to hear about the setbacks you had in regards to your illness, and I hope that you will be back on track very soon. Pain is no joke, and I fully understand the difficulties you may face from time to time.
      Just do what you can, when you can, and I'll continue to pop round regardless. Hope you get it all under good control soon. Take Care John.

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  2. The stark, grim reality of what goes on in battle. Kind of puts things into perspective and I like the ironic way you end the poem.

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    1. Andrew, Thank you for your comment. I had not seen this as a war poem, it was supposed to be an amusing (black humour) take on the proverb. Funny how people interpret things. Now you have said it I understand where you are coming from.

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