Who are you to cast these stones
As if your transgressions were unknown

So, this is what my speck has triggered
Your plank has left you so disfigured

What do you gain by judging me
Just whose reflection do you see

by Brian Dorn

Comments (14)

Love it. You have a lovely way with words. I aspire to cultivate similar skill.
Well done, Brian. Sorry for the delay in getting on here, but I told you I would eventually. I have block at the moment but hope to write very soon, will let you know. I have a poem which reminds me of this poem its called By Being you.0x0
Outstanding analysis, Brian. So many self appointed arbiters of good sit in the pews each weekend with their chins touching the ceiling joists. If they were to really read the passages in John and Matthew that you alluded to they would rip the subversive pages from their books.
Hi Brian, Everyone judges Brian, It's sad. It would be a great world if people accepted people for who they are but it's not like that. Everyone is competitive and it can be cruel. Excellent poem. Great message.
I could feel the tension in this one Brian, it helps to get it out, doesn't it? I especially liked the last part, isn't that called projection in pschyo babble? :) Peace, Aisha
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