Perish in response to kindness shown
Even faced with love now flown,
And a heart twisted in regret
For what was never said, never done;
The heat and softness of understanding
Make for me the safest landing
For a heart bereft of one.
So what has become of my sorrowful night?
Scorn still burns in coppery flecks
Raining upon pride and shame,
Dignity, positivity and right;
But all true possessions of my fair sex
Though altered, remain the same.
Mother Hen
Feature photo: shutterstock
(Writing Prompt: DARK, part of Poetry 101 Rehab by Mara Eastern – Thanks, Mara! Feel free to jump on her poetry wagon each Monday!)
© motherhendiaries 2015, all rights reserved.
Categories: Poetry
Yes, sometimes the worst things are not those that we do but those that we fail to do… A great sonnet, and a perfect fit for the challenge!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you mara!
LikeLiked by 1 person
There are just things we shouldn’t miss. Some things need us to be seen and to be acknowledged…
LikeLike