At times indifference would imply
The HOPLESSNESS our words deny
While posture forms with confidence
We play our days......with deference
Control the wind? Oh I think NOT!!
For mortals yearn for misbegot
And cry sweet acid tears of blame
To pass their pain.....and ease their shame
When fruit is dulcet....harvest ripe
The slice of truth would juice the knife
Precision trim down to the core
The hand that cuts.........will keep the score
For I am unskilled in the game
And have not armor from your pain
For lack of guile by defence
I wish.......we all had........better sense
You are the quintessential poet, beautifully presented with outstanding meter and rhyme and thought provoking message enclosed in such a clever way--the lessons will linger a while, thank you--to repeat you, "I WISH I'D WRITTEN THIS!!" Well done!
((((HUGS)))) and love, and continued prayers, Karla. :)
Lady once more you assault our senses with your tragic passionate writing. A gret job here. Also it was nice to see your pic on the profile you are as lovely as you write.
-- A decision delayed even one second is not the same decision --
A fascinating guided journey through your decision making process and cause and effect that will help you to think about your decisions and how your actions or inaction impa
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God bless,
Sandie.
You are the quintessential poet, beautifully presented with outstanding meter and rhyme and thought provoking message enclosed in such a clever way--the lessons will linger a while, thank you--to repeat you, "I WISH I'D WRITTEN THIS!!" Well done!
((((HUGS)))) and love, and continued prayers, Karla. :)
The slice of truth would juice the knife"
An image worthy of Herrick or Lovelace. You are in the great tradition of the Cavalier poets.
Felix
Love Tinka
Alrisha
Jack
Good poem...I like your rhyme. Good title too.
Elizabeth