WisdomWriters

Hello, Wisdom Writers! I’d like to share a few poems about wisdom that were posted in our community in April and May. I hope you enjoy them. Wisdom Writers What am I not getting? What is wisdom? I don't mind anyone expressing themselves as purely out of the current moment. Is that wisdom? My cat just spazzed and I don't have the medicine to cope with that. Hmmm.. very wisdom, so true, heart heart mind lost. Lemme get you back in line. Yes, that arrogantly: what is wisdom? Because if wisdom is just whatever is felt then feel this: Here is a voice Chosen by choice Please hear my pain Misunderstood Called insane Pushed out of the group So sitting aloof Alone and freezing Asking again Why no one is listening. I made that up. I'm thirsty for content. For words strung along some line of a song that comes easy to none and hurts deeply for some when the question in front appears simply because the light in this question to come is about writing some wisdom for none. by Schlickbart

It was a sunny afternoon. The day "they" first arrived an the lives of every man woman and child changed forever. No one thought to question why they arrived -- it wouldn't be polite, and the town was proud of its reputation for politeness. Though the suits didn't share the same civility as the townspeople, with their fancy whizzy-majigs and austere expressions, they've been probing up and down the town, from Nettle Creek down to Arnswood, looking—though no one quite knew for what. And what's worse? They’d made themselves at home without asking. No manners. Absolutely no manners at all.  This went on until the person called Night appeared in town. After the people in suits arrived so rudely, the townspeople had become wary of newcomers in a way that clashed with their natural politeness, but Night proved to be much, much different from the Suits. Night H. Wojack was a portly man with a neat beige vest, gold-rimmed glasses, and the air of an aristocratic noblem...