Poetry Blogs (cowardice)

Strident

as if naked,

somehow humiliating

a soul bared.

Spat out

on sawdust floors,

toward splintered feet

and bleeding ears.

Un-thought-through

revolution

comes riding

across an angry tongue

Welcomed,

embraced  

by bedraggled sheeple

bleating allegiance

unto the new unchallenged word.

Come 

take refuge

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White Feather

I didn’t see her pass me in the street,
the woman with the husband at the front,
but felt the tell-tale tickle of a feather -
pressed discreetly soft against my palm.
The accusation whispered in a hate-filled voice,
“Coward”, dripped with venom from her lips
and I assumed she talked to me, although I couldn’t see
if the feather in my hand was truly white.
For I had returne...

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