Sunday, October 14, 2012
Heart Scorned
Words assembled in a mesh with anger
cut deep like shards of glass
beneath bare feet
They reach their mark
with devastating jagged edges
of intended vitriol
A comportment of the author
evinces from this maelstrom
of darkness
The daggered anger arises
from a heart of scorn
as it exhales
This moment of malaise
discomfit taking place
in lieu of breathing joy
Words chosen carefully
in writ or spoken
gathered with soft edges
fill life’s canvas
with wondrous colors
they treat the eyes and
comfort a heart that’s scorned
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Angry words do often cut like glass and leave scars as well. Love your last stanza. Always leaving us with comfort and hope. I think of you often, mi amigo. I have a friend here who lost her house in a fire. You, with a flood. Both of you waiting to go home. Where are your lovely children, the poodles?
ReplyDeleteWe are staying in a hotel that allows pets. Comfortingly, they're with us,
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