Sunday Retribution – A Poem


Sunday retribution.
Mistrial in the cool afternoon

Aspirations turn bitter

and bloom to the music of two voices
in harmony.
Joined together by a single note
fleetingly shared
before transgressing
into a shallow form of beauty.

The streets run on the hope
of a memory.
The clocks change the hour.


2 thoughts on “Sunday Retribution – A Poem

  1. A very reflective poem, read with social turmoil in mind. The last stanza is particularly stirring linking hope with time.

    • Though I do not write in response to social conditions often, that I know of and that are present in the current climate, I will say that this one does have that present in it. If not wholly intentional. Thank you for reading and commenting

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