Pride's affliction stiffens necks
that can, but will not bend;
gold and glory deceive the proud,
is there hope they'll ever mend?
A humble heart soothes the soul,
self-righteousness must flee;
the neck once stiff and surely stuck,
becomes now loose and free.
Lisa @ dverse poets has prompted us to pen a 44 word quadrille which must include the word 'bend' or any form of that word. Here's the link: Poetry that Bends
Rich psychology ...v nicely done
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly, Ain. :D
DeleteCarol, I like how you split the Q in half, with the darkness of pride and the "humble heart." Pride seems easier to see while the humble heart rests in the quiets. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa. I enjoyed writing to your prompt! Yes, the humble heart does rest in the quiets. :D
DeleteThis poem makes me want to say, "AMEN!"
ReplyDeleteWell written, Carol!
Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Thanks, David! :D
DeleteWhat a great depiction of pride vs humility.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nicole. :D
DeleteNicely done poem.
ReplyDeleteArcadia Maria
Thank you so much! :D
DeleteI may fail the test, but I so agree Carol.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Paul.
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