Every house has built-in secrets.
Even clouds and the heavens have stories they keep to themselves.
Just as trees whisper secrets to the leaves, we whisper confidences to one another.
Secrets are guarded by scruples but the mind is a locked box that can be picked.
All creatures have hidden lives and although some things are best left private, it's no secret that
male seahorses uniquely give birth and only about five in one-thousand offspring survive. Encountering a live seahorse is harder than keeping a secret.
Although a high ratio of secrets are spilled, many go to the grave, even the darkest ones that needed some light. The
Poets and Storytellers United prompt "telling secrets" gave me lots to ponder on my recent walk. How good are any of us at keeping them?
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I love your poem and get your point about secrets. Just as destructive are secrets that are broadcast far and wide.
ReplyDeleteI'm reminded of the popularity of DNA testing and some of the secrets people learn from it... like you said, some better left private!
ReplyDeleteWauw I love your poem Love the origami folds image The lines underneath the first 4 photos is a poem as well.
ReplyDeleteGood skies.
ReplyDeleteAltogether enchanting!
ReplyDeleteLove those first two lines. I like to peek. I keep other people's secrets better than my own. I think secrets can be more corrosive to keep than bringing them to light. Sometimes we keep them from ourselves.
ReplyDelete...Maria, I love the Yousuf Karsh. I saw a display of his work in Ottawa, it was wonderful. Let's hope that secrets in new houses are good ones. Enjoy your weekend.
ReplyDeleteEverything: Photos, lines under them, scrumptious poetry ~~~ loved this post.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what secrets my house holds. No secret here, I really liked the first two cloud pictures, especially the second one with the waves within the clouds.
ReplyDelete"Bells too treacherous to trill" is an interesting image.
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The mind is a locked box that can be picked....like that !.....Rall
ReplyDeleteBells too treacherous to trill... love that!! Also the comparison of secrets to seahorses!!!!
ReplyDeleteI like a lot your 'sea horse' blurb. Thank you.
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I learned for the first time about the giving birth of male seahorses and such low survival rates of the babies to adulthood. Your comparison of secret to seahorse is so clever. I love the first image.
ReplyDeleteCool pics! I've forgotten more than I can say. Secret can be a tenuous, tricky thing.
ReplyDeleteThis was a lovely visit. Great photos, and snappy little poem.
ReplyDeleteWonderful post and photos and poetry too ~ Awesome sky shots ~ Fascinating about 'secrets.' ~ namaste ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you good health, laughter and love in your days,
A ShutterBug Explores,
aka (A Creative Harbor)
Hello,
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, love the doggies out for a walk and the pretty sky. It is sad to read the survival rates of the seahorses. The mind is like a locked box, especially one of childhood. Thank you for linking up and sharing your post. Take care, have a great day and a wonderful week.
When I was younger my mom heard every secret.. mine and others. Now my husband does. It doesn't go further than that but I tell me husband everything.
ReplyDeletesuch beautiful and fascinating clouds!! interesting information about seahorses!!
ReplyDeleteFantastic images and fascinating to read. Those seahorses are amazing little critters and I didn't realize their survival rate was so low. I have actually seen the male give birth in a nature show. Incredible! I love your poem too. Thank you and have a wonderful week!
ReplyDeleteI love your first two lines!
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