Turns out I can also put some blog poetry up. Who knew? Scathing criticism always welcome 😉
Dry Scorn, hone thy sharp blade, whetted ‘gainst me
Stock-still I stand, you have torn me apart
Scoring fine rivers through my face with glee
As I falter, riposte, tongue fails my heart.
So Scorn, be thou, yet thy dry time must turn
And Kind and Care leap up o’er horizon
Like a newborn morn that heralds the sun
Mur’dring the tempered wit you rely on.
Let my Sadness trickle down lonely face
Till, touching my lips, force a wider grin
That banish the taint of Scorn, saving Grace
And turn me from dark hell to bright Hea’en.
No more shall Dry Scorn rant ‘gainst listening ears
Rather fall deaf as laughter fulfill my years