Consummated Arrogance

The anguish of pride is a virginal bride

Willingly walking over  the threshold

Of disaster…

Refusing to be carried through to modesty

For she will have no master

 

She deserts the purity of humility

Leaving it slain as a permanent stain

Wrapped in defiled marriage bed sheets of deceit

Though the proof is now there

The anguish of pride keeps her blind… unaware

 

Will she ever learn that her mate will forever yearn

For the pleasure of a true coexistence – with much persistence

Daily longing to kiss her lips and fingertips

While in a strong embrace

Graciously savoring her would be sweet and humble  taste

 

If only she knew that as the morning dew

Falls and eventually evaporates

So would the anguish of pride

Gently drop…then gradually

Dissipate

 

 

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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Christy Birmingham
    Apr 14, 2014 @ 23:41:23

    Pride is a difficult concept, isn’t it? It does leave her blind,,, as you say,,, and it can keep others at a distance from the true self. This is a really thoughtful write, C! Happy Poetry Month, my talented sis!!

    Reply

  2. buildingalifeofhope
    Apr 15, 2014 @ 07:34:19

    You have a shining mind, my friend! Simply stunning. 🙂

    Reply

  3. lscotthoughts
    Apr 15, 2014 @ 08:18:28

    I believe you described pride to a “t” Charlene! I love the flow and subtle rhyming, too…very well done, my friend! Hugs!

    Reply

  4. Dan Hoger
    Apr 16, 2014 @ 01:32:40

    Excellent poem and fantastic rhyming scheme. I love it!

    Reply

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