Communication by Stan Phillips
Can any of us find enough words to truly reflect those vagrant thoughts that wander around our minds? Random dancing dreamlike butterfly images that come and go like meteors in the night sky. Or are we all fated to the frustration of never quite getting the point across, as our words are somehow corrupted on the journey from, fertile imagination, to floating thought, to fallible brain, to imperfect speech, to inattentive ear, where the sense of that which we try to express, is lost in the very act of its creation. And the thought that so eloquently burst into life in the depths of our being is corroded, like silver is tarnished by time, on its voyage from mind to mouth to ear.
And the recipient of that spoilt communication, the owner of said ear, is unable to comprehend what is spoken, so busy are they with their own thoughts, imaginations, and, as yet, unborn responses to understand whatever amazing, unique, never to be repeated revelations were shared in that unrepeatable moment. Yes. We stand or fall in our inability to understand each other. In our inability to understand ourselves. In our inability to truly express that which moves within our hearts. And, as we look around our troubled society, we realise what a shame it is. Keep on trying though. And be patient with each other as we learn along the way.
Stan Phillips is an 80 year old poet, musical podcast maker, part-time wannabe male model, and occasional stand up comedian. “I used to be a psychotherapist/counsellor when I had an honest job. I was born into prewar London, and attended 17 schools (my father believed they couldn’t hit a moving target) and I eventually finished up here in Ireland. Still wondering what I will be when I grow up — but enjoying writing my quirky poetry as I do so.” Discover more about Stan on Mom’s Favorite Reads website: https://moms-favorite-reads.com/moms-authors/stan-phillips - 41 -
