POEM: The Narcissist Puddle (Plus AUDIO)
Do still waters always run deep?
The Narcissist Puddle
I skirted around my own reflection Creating a jigsaw puzzle of you Putting together the pieces Thinking I saw deeper I spilled out my own journey In gasps of excitement and realisation I thought you were putting together your puzzle of me Really one has to laugh To be thinking there was depth Yet talking to oneself To learn the lesson about fools not opening their mouths at all lest they be outed You were wise to stay quiet And I was the fool I thought narcissists talked a lot about themselves I was sure they never made cups of tea for someone else What a shock it was To see that these still waters Do not run deep That I have been sharing myself with a puddle
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Ever onwards with courage x
lol! loved it. what a fantastic and delightfully true look at that old saw. the closing image of the puddle had me laughing; and oddly supplied me with the image of drowned worms.
and there is another aspect to that phrase 'still waters run deep.' a possible alternative meaning is that the surface only has the appearance of calmness and that underneath runs the rip-tides that pull us into the undertow and drown us.
great share. really loved it!
“That I have been sharing myself with a puddle” — that’s brilliant!