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Scruples and the Wind
"The wind is the pounding of my heart."
My scruples join the wind which hammering hard
can cause my pulse to race in constant onslaught
against the gales of greed and pride caught off guard.
My buckler, the Spirit, prods with pause for thought.
Foreknowledge of pending storms illumines doubt
preparing a path where my heart figures out
that I can add prayer's peace as further light
to clear the skulking shadow of jealous spite.
August 18, 2022
Author's Notes:
Constance LaFrance's sponsor
Writing Challenge - Let Your Muse Be Inspired - R Form Poetry Contest
I used the rispetto form, rhymed abab, ccdd, quote #3
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