03-01-2012, 03:38 AM
I can’t say that she was being unkind,
when she separated out,
what was hers,
from… what was mine.
Justice is the best hoped for—
there’s no room for mercy
—when what was loved,
is now abhorred.
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It is unfair, though no less true,
we pay for what we chose to do.
Consciously intended or not,
we pay for all the sins that we’ve forgot.
©2012 -Erthona
Note bene:
A homily or apothegm of sorts. Not of the epiphanous, but of the, “ah ha, I knew that”, type. Not exactly a poem for serious critique in terms of the thought, but it does present some editing difficulties. As I have beat up on it quite a bit, I thought I’d let you have a go at it.
Dale
How long after picking up the brush, the first masterpiece?
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.
The goal is not to obfuscate that which is clear, but make clear that which isn't.