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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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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The word 'indiscretion' is a heavy word & one that can give birth to fear.
ReplyDeleteIndescretions are tough to forgive, impossible to forget.
ReplyDeleteindiscretion 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.
ReplyDeletethat word seems cruel - trivializing the pain... lots of hurt in this poem
ReplyDeleteIndescretion.. Repeated interlaid with that pentameter - to an excellent effect..
ReplyDeleteYes, 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.
ReplyDeleteThat last line is a zinger, abandonment is so final ...
ReplyDeleteI really appreciate how you interlaced that 'indiscretion' - thanks for the allusion to the essay - with the iambic commentary. Well-crafted, well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks to all who posted comments.
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