Guilty by Reason of Pride

Mere thought of you

Keens sharply

The dew

Reclining against the

sweep of the grass

Where yesterday we

Leaned heavily

On pride

fortifying a foolish impasse

because nothing is solved

by insults hurled

devilishly

against mid-day dark

where bright-eyed daisy

nods, hapless and lazy

its contrast subtle, yet vivid and stark

as now, thought of you

returns, subdued

in the echo of words

better left unspoken

while remorse and regret

weigh every word said

beneath the gavel suspended

above guilt’s token

As I weakly toy with

Thought of pleading the fifth

I scan its offering

Of futile glory

Then I bow my head

Uttering what I should have said

When it all began…

I’m sorry,

I’m sorry

© Janet Martin

Poetic Bloomings....a 'senses' poem