I Cannot Honor Her Enough

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I cannot honor her enough

But I will try
with this poem

She meets
my depression
with hope

She devastates
my fear
with faith

She murders
my indifference
with love

She turns
my harshness
with grace

She softens
my judgements
with mercy

She dismisses
my selfishness
with sacrifice

She mocks
my pride
with humility

She is mysterious

Stunning

Dangerous

Wild

I cannot honor her enough

But I will try
with this poem


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ABOUT THE WRITER...
Robert Bruce is one of the most read, linked, loved and reviled poets working on the web. He writes at KNIFE GUN PEN every Monday from Portland, Ore. Get more over at Twitter. If this did something to you or for you, go ahead and spread it around...

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Heraclitean Fire » 9rules writing community
29 July 2006 at 2:18 pm

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Liz Strauss 24 July 2006 at 6:28 am

Stunning. That describes this work as well. It makes me want to meet her.

AndrewE 24 July 2006 at 9:14 am

I like it. Simple, upturned and evocative.

Especially:

“she devastates
my fear
with faith”

Jeck 24 July 2006 at 9:37 am

Lovely poem, man!

Brian Clark 24 July 2006 at 3:33 pm

Hmmm… this sounds a lot like a poem I’ve been trying to write.

I’ve only got the opening so far:

She beats me
with a stick
for fun

Kidding man… beautiful stuff.

communicatrix 25 July 2006 at 8:02 am

Awww.

Now that is verse in the service of goodness.

JF Jones 25 July 2006 at 9:54 am

I, too, am touched by the literary matching of ‘fear’ and ‘faith.’ Fear, something that we own and love, needs an Outside Antidote if it will ever be devastated. Speaking for myself, I find tremendous comfort in the familiarity of fear; how I nurture him! Like big flat DC skater-soles, an Outside Antidote must come and smash the damned ant.

Kamsin 25 July 2006 at 11:20 am

The contrast created between all the “opposites”, faith – fear, indifference -love, judgement – mercy, etc. is very impactful (is that a word?). They are so “simple” yet are incredably powerful. Nice work!

Tom O'Leary 25 July 2006 at 12:24 pm

Here’s a little impromptu parody:
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I cannot slander her enough

But I will try
with this poem…

She crushes my enthusiasm
with her skepticism

She inhibits my freedom
with her need for “family time”

She wastes my time
with her hair and makeup

She undermines my manliness
with a mud mask from a box

She cripples me financially
with her penchant for fashion

But she’s fun

and pretty

and warm

and soft.

And I’ll love her
until she buries me.

range 30 July 2006 at 11:44 pm

Don’t agree with Heraclitean Fire’s opinioins. Both blogs that are mentioned are interesting.

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