
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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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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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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Stunning. That describes this work as well. It makes me want to meet her.
I like it. Simple, upturned and evocative.
Especially:
“she devastates
my fear
with faith”
Lovely poem, man!
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.
Awww.
Now that is verse in the service of goodness.
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.
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!
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.
Don’t agree with Heraclitean Fire’s opinioins. Both blogs that are mentioned are interesting.