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Due to a bout of minor illness that required antibiotics, I have not been myself all week, and have only managed to compose one poem. Feeling on the mend now, and hope you are well, too!

The poem is called The Weight of Words. In it, I talk about how we weigh the words of others differently than our own, and tend to have a slight bias toward those words, that emanate from us.

I came up with the concept of the poem while briefly researching the terms Vainglory and Pride. According to a thirteenth century mural, these were distinct concepts, and I found some writings, attributed to a saint, that discussed the differences at length.

Vainglory seemed to be more about being susceptible to flattery, and desiring to gain approval and praise from others. Pride seemed to be the end result of this wallowing in praise. Pride also caused one to have contempt for God and one's fellow men, and the Saint found Pride equivalent to idolatry, in the form of self-worship.

I don't mean to teach a religion class here, but this is an area of the Seven Deadly Sins that both writers and lawyers know all too well, no matter how seriously they take the possible Heavenly consequences of such leanings.

Anyway, I did find it comforting to consider, that if I didn't think so highly of myself, I would probably not get so upset with myself for failing to attain my every ambition.

The saint seemed to suggest that to get away from the sin of Pride, one should immerse oneself in lowly work and ignore all praise, and take condemnation gratefully, as ones just desserts.

Sorry to get Medieval on you. Just giving you the background. The point is, seeking to measure "the weight of words" was an activity that the saint seemed to find highly foolish and a waste of time. I couldn't resist writing about it, because it is practically all we writers ever do!

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The Weight of Words

A faint gray silhouette of a tree's branches as seen through white miniblinds. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
In my recent readings, I came across an image showing Vainglory and Pride as two separate depictions, two separate entities. (Image before the last chapter, depicting a mural in a 13th century tower in Siena, Italy, in The Square and the Tower, by Niall Ferguson.) I always thought of the two as being the same thing. So I undertook a …

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To Search

A pair of binoculars, hanging inside in the frame of an outdoor window, with an adirondack chair and firepit outside. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
I wrote this poem with the typical complaint of smalltime bloggers or website owners in mind. This is a complaint, not a cry for help. I mean to say that there is something wrong, when the system's complexity obfuscates the very purpose it was meant for. Also, to see what a very long way the internet still has to go, …

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The Lawman

An incomplete set of dollar coins with presidents on them, as well as Sacajawea and Susan B Anthony on a few. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
This poem reminds me of the Lewis Carroll classic, The Walrus and the Carpenter. Especially the stanza that begins, "The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things..." Like that poem, this one is filled with absurdity and euphemisms and wishful thinking. And crocodile tears, about leading the gullible astray. Thanks for coming by to read. "Just …

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A blue and white bouquet and lamp in the foreground and a black and white print made by my daughter Madelaine LeDew in the background. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
Many of us have experienced buyer's remorse, the feeling of sorrow after having bought something rashly. But I think there also exists a type of remorse over missed opportunities, over roads not taken. I recently made a responsible, reasoned decision. And almost immediately, I found myself full of regrets, for downplaying the romantic, impulsive side of me, that might have …

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Good Will

A cormorant or heron perched near the top of a tangled cypress tree, looking out beyond its branches. Copyright Andrea LeDew.
I hope you can overlook the mixed metaphors in this poem about the year nearly behind us. I'm sure I'm not alone in being ready to see it in the rear view mirror. Thanks for coming by to read, and my sincerest Happy New Year! I say goodbye To a well-worn year, A year, a bit frayed at the edges. …

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