Boomerang
Contempt can never be retrieved;
No wound of scorn will heal,
Though desperately apology
May pray the cut conceal.
Public insensitivity
Does but disdain reveal.
Not that which is called love employs
Put-downs disguised as jest;
Nor through the centuries of time
Has love survived such test.
Frustration at another's deeds
Will ever plague mankind;
Impatience and intolerance
Have lived through endless time.
Would that a mental mirror
Could check that tell-tale stance:
The rage of silent anger
That screams aloud contempt,
The tilted head and narrowed eyes,
The lips tight pressed in scorn,
Unyielding in conviction when
Humility has flown.
Though honeyed words that would deny
The act had e're been done
Defensively well-up the eye,
Deception has begun.
The strongest love will die before
Contempt can be undone.
Elegantly done, and very true. Those little friendly jabs are the assassins of trust & love.
There is a lot of bad passion in this poem. It hits me between the eyes. makes me wonder too. Well done. IMO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The lips tight pressed in scorn! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.