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Circumspection
Is direction.
It seems that she is circumspect,
Wary and well measured,
Afraid that her emotions,
May spoil the moment treasured.
I can’t say that I blame her,
I’m much like that myself,
With a shield and shining armour,
Aimed to protect my health.
Circumspect is indirect,
To turn the other cheek,
It’s not for the foolhardy,
And may immortalise the meek.
Circumspection is direction,
Cards close to my chest,
And I guard what is too hard,
In caution I invest.
Some may say loves for a day,
Though friendships here to last,
Caught counting the stars at night,
The heavens seem so vast.
The scented smell of eucalyptus,
Leaves lying on the ground,
Where feet have seldom trod,
Simplicity is found.
Swimming in the ocean,
Feels like flying through the air,
It all is circumstantial,
If done without a care.
So below where I know,
Thoughts roil with mixed emotions,
It’s better to be circumspect,
And live the good vibrations.
©
David Rudder
2026
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
