This is in response to Esther’s Weekly Word Prompt
Today’s Prompt is : Glass
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Glass House
I live in a Glass House
With glass windows
To look at the world
Comfortable and contented
I pass judgement… make opinion
Create my own image for others
To venerate or vitiate
My neighbour lives in her Glass Chamber
She looks at me with brittle laugh
She too comments and criticizes
Through the glass…
But sometimes we have to walk on the road
And stare at others …those unknown
Without a roof of their own
Its then that we make haste to rush back
To our shield of glass to be safe from
The pebbles their glassy eyes pelt at us
Lest we crack up in their weight
And melt as glass does under fire
We don’t throw stones in a glass house !
😆 🤣 😂
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Yes otherwise we shatter our cocoon and get hurt.
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We don’t wanna start what we can’t finish . Lol !
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So we avoid
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This is very deep – we strive to ignore the plight of those less fortunate
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Yes, Derrick we avoid everything that causes discomfort.
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Very well written poem Dr Greta on the most important topic
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Thank you Rajendra ji. I am not a doctor by the way.
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There is one more correction Geeta Ji, spelling wrong of your name. Thanks 🤩
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You are welcome Rajendraji
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A very profound poem
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Thank you very much Sadje
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You’re most welcome
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You express this so well.
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Thank you very much Esther
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Such a powerful and introspective piece! The imagery of glass as both comfort and confinement is striking — a beautiful reminder of our fragility and the illusions we build around ourselves. Profound and moving!
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Thank you very much for this appreciative analysis
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