Burnished Morality

Photo By Keem Ibarra
Four feet met ground, 
Swift air made friends
Giggling sounds dissolved
in dreamy castles & catching
ends of darling rainbows.

Wore too-big a dress,
Matched with a red lipstick.
Tucked carefully behind ears,
Pretty pink garden blossoms.

But caught soon was innocence
in conventionality's snare.
Accusations rushed in
To corrupt a child's laugh.
And Happiness withdrew
as Silence reigned years.

Burnished morality of love
destroyed something precious.
Now gawked though dark eyes,
a lifetime's tiredness
in a young man.


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      1. No, Jen! I won’t hear of that age nonsense from a person as brilliant as you! If I could count the amount of times I have misspelled my words, I’d be branded a centenarian!! I only said it in a fun way…meant nothing by it. By the way, when is the next Bartlett chapter coming up, if I may ask? No pressure though… 😋

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