Yesterday, when I was facilitating an online Zoom meeting with other group therapists, I asked people, “What’s hard to say?” after sharing my poem “Hard to Say.”
Hard to Say
Some things in life are hard to say,
Like “I want you to go away.”
Or “Despite what you did, I forgive you, okay.”
Or “I need you, my love, to stay.”
For me, I find it hard to say
A different kind of communiqué,
Two words you’ll see in a candy display,
Ferrero Rocher.
Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher.
That gets stuck in my mouth along the way.
Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher.
So easy to eat and so hard to say.
Ferrero Rocher, Ferrero Rocher,
Those chocolate orbs wrapped in gold lamé.
Whether I’m home or going away.
So easy to eat and so hard to say.
© Ann Koplow, 2019
What’s hard to say is
- what people really thought about that poem,
- when this pandemic will be over,
- how much chocolate I’m going to eat during this pandemic,
- WTF is going on in the world, and
- when we’ll all feel safe enough again.
It’s hard to say what I loved most about the charming 2012 French movie “La Fée (The Fairy), which I watched yesterday, so I’ll share these quotes from reviewers:
“Its appeal is … in watching people who have devised their own original style of comic performance and have taken it to a rare level of refinement.”
If you like Tati-esque japes, Francophone clowns Abel, Gordon and Romy should be just up your alley.”
“It’s simultaneously a very knowing and strangely innocent film.”
“A little bitty movie with a great big heart that is nearly impossible to resist.”
“It’s often a lot of fun with some dance numbers thrown in.”
It’s hard to say what would be better, for me, than “a lot of fun with some dance numbers thrown in.” I also loved that somebody who was granted three wishes found it hard to say what his third wish would be, even when “I want us to be safe!” was an obvious choice to me.
What’s hard to say about these images I captured yesterday?
It’s hard to say why our cat Oscar tried to steal Michael’s pasta primavera, which was completely vegetarian.
What’s hard to say about this dance number from “La Fée”?
What’s hard to say is how I’m going to express all the gratitude in my heart, here and now.
“I really haven’t the patience to listen to this~!” How many times did I think that while my friend Craig began telling a joke that by the time he finished I laughed out of relief the story was over, that it would have been funny if trimmed down by three-quarters!? Craig died March 17th this year. I’d love to hear one of his boring, long, unfunny shaggy dog stories now because then I could spend just that much more time with this dear friend.
My condolences to you
It’s always hard to say how much we miss those we’ve lost. Thank you so much for sharing your loss with us.
It’s hard to say when or if people in our country will stop being so critically divided over such crucial issues, Ann.
It’s hard to say and it’s hard to witness, my friend.
It’s hard to say how much I enjoyed your poem, or how much I enjoyed that underwater scene from La Fée. It’s hard for me to say that sometimes words just aren’t enough, that some things make me happier than I can articulate.
It’s hard to say how much I appreciate you, my friend.
it’s hard to say things that are sad news and will hurt someone, but that need to be said. and it’s hard to say how much i love your mention of ‘la fee.’ i will seek this out.
It’s easy to thank you for another lovely comment, my friend.
Love your poem. It’s hard to say what’s bothering me lately. But I’m okay as long as there’s chocolate and coffee. ♡(*´∀｀*)人(*´∀｀*)♡
It’s hard to say what’s bothering people lately, because life is so much harder right now. And, as always, I love your comments!
♡♡♡♡♡ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ )
If Oscar is craving pasta primavera, he may be a bit hyperthyroid. We once had a very elderly cat who began to eat the challah, even if bagged. Or, maybe he just wants to try Michael’s cooking;
Oscar does have thyroid problems, which have been controlled successfully for years by prescription cat food. It’s hard to say why anybody would not want to try Michael’s cooking. And, as always, Maureen, I crave your comments.
Some times, I think it’s hard to say, stay away to someone (for social distancing). So, I give them a dirty look ahahahah.
When things are hard to say, non-verbal communication works!
Shush! It’s hard to say onomatopoeia when you’re drunk!
It’s hard to say how much I appreciate your sobering comments, Peter!
It is hard to say……………….
I need help or………………….
Sorry Im a dickhead…………
Those ARE hard to say, Jo-Anne. Thanks for saying what you say.
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