Friday, December 6, 2013

Indiscretion

The word did haunt the halls of heart-
indiscretion.
It echoed hollow through the rooms of mind-
indiscretion.
And yet demanded it would be a part -
indiscretion.
Held the hand of hope for love to find -
indiscretion.
Knew that fear would hold but never last-
indiscretion.
Abandonment had taken hold of time-
indiscretion.

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9 comments:

  1. The word 'indiscretion' is a heavy word & one that can give birth to fear.

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  2. Indescretions are tough to forgive, impossible to forget.

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  3. indiscretion is so close to betrayal, an all but unforgivable sin...I think abandonment's hold on time has sealed the deal in his/her heart.

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  4. that word seems cruel - trivializing the pain... lots of hurt in this poem

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  5. Indescretion.. Repeated interlaid with that pentameter - to an excellent effect..

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  6. Yes, the repetition of 'indiscretion' adds so many layers to this word, as you interleave it with what lies beneath. The word itself cuts and wounds. Very well written.

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  7. That last line is a zinger, abandonment is so final ...

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  8. I really appreciate how you interlaced that 'indiscretion' - thanks for the allusion to the essay - with the iambic commentary. Well-crafted, well done.

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  9. Thanks to all who posted comments.

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