Honesty and Tactlessness
are siblings, but not twins--
One lives in solitary pride,
the other stays with friends.
Up the narrow stair behind
the empty choir loft--
I carried your sweet letters, dear,
in ribbons pink and soft.
Your letters could not sweeter be,
if angels held the pen--
What jaded Heaven sends today,
the next calls back again.
We used the empty choir loft
to have what angels lack;
These letters full of high fine light--
one match will show them black.
FOR MOTHER NARCISSUS
Are you surprised when I am cruel,
and be what I must be?
You taught me well, now go to hell--
for Real Toads Sunday mini-challenge HERE. The first poem is from 2008, the other two are new.