A finely calibrated, 

properly consecrated 

distaste for courage, 

in the absence 

of a crown, 

thorned, or of renown, 

for the facility

with which excuses

can be spewed, 

leaves little room

for that uneasy

clarity to bloom, 

the one that illumines

and discerns what

we used to call

the right thing, 

decency, if you will, 

but now, as if

ensnared by Circe, 

we'll worship instead

at the feet of expediency, 

as we clip the wings

of our forsaken, 

timid, better angels...

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Holden Moncrieff

Sat 20th Aug 2022 04:41

Thank you so much, John, I'm always encouraged by your comments! 😎

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John Botterill

Fri 19th Aug 2022 22:39

As a general rule, the line of least resistance seems to win, Holden. Excellent poetry, as ever! 😎

Holden Moncrieff

Wed 17th Aug 2022 23:33

Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment, Jennifer, I really appreciate it! 😊

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jennifer Malden

Wed 17th Aug 2022 15:39

Decency, as you say, is definitely not 'in' nowadays, with some exceptions. Courage become rarer perhaps, but would say is still easier to find, as our lives so often unexpectedly require it.Like the image of 'our better angels with clipped wings'. Says it in a few words. Jennifer

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