A calm voice
Soothes the heart
Like a quiet breeze
Soothes the rose
A harsh voice
Stirs up conflict
Like a strong wind
Stirs up dust
What was I today?
The boisterous wind
Leaving friends
And strangers alike
With dirt in their eyes?
The gentle breeze
Leaving nothing behind
But the faint memory
Of a well-timed smile?
What will I be tomorrow?
The Oklahoma winds are strong this week. A chance of storms in our forecast. The last two afternoons, outside car duty, have left me with dirt in my eyes. That unpleasantness caused me to think of how I react in certain situations. I have a choice to be calm or stormy. Tomorrow, may I lean more toward the first.
Piano Girl 
Well done… great contrast! you won’t see the smile on the next round, it will be behind a mask!
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Thank you! And so true! 😉
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You are welcome!
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So rhythmic….love the poem☺️
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Thank you! ☺️
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You are welcome😊
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Kelley, your poem is beautiful. Those winds can be harmful. And of course you were fulfilling a duty with diligence! I have a feeling I know which direction in which you’ll lean. 💛❤💚
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❤️
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💛🤗
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