Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

Prancing Through Midnight Fire

Prancing through midnight fire
I called my soul to surrender
She laughed
Diabolically

Shocked at my daring
and my failure to train myself
even in death, I pulled out the big guns
Plastering her with truth in leaden forms

She refused to comply
Making me angry, but also
infuriating me, as I was losing her respect
Which was the only thing I thought I would have in the end

Silly me.

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Gershon Wolf April 16, 2019 at 10:31 PM This creation is both up-in-Heaven and down-to-earth at the same time. I don't know how else to explain it... other than I really like the contentiousness, the battle----and the conclusion too. Great one, Caren Caren Krutsinger April 17, 2019 at 12:39 AM Thank you Gershon. I trust your week has been terrific. Mine has!

Rhona Mcferran April 15, 2019 at 11:20 PM I think sometimes Self is one of the hardest things to train in the world (with the possible exception of a husband ;P)... Caren Krutsinger April 16, 2019 at 3:07 PM And what about cats? They are too haughty to train.

David Mchattie April 14, 2019 at 2:05 PM Inner turmoil is what makes us human. A battle worth fighting, Have a great day, Caren Krutsinger April 15, 2019 at 12:15 AM Thank you David; you also have a wonderful day!