Barbs

The battle ground so long ago

was rife with sticks and stones they’d throw

let them strike, avoid the fray;

it only made for easier prey

discovered these arrows in my quiver ~

sharp-barbed words would soon deliver

in time, I learned these weapons sting

it’s clear the depth of harm they bring

now backbone has become my shield;

be careful with the words you wield

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

words can be so hurtful...but you use them with such poetic prowess...yours are a joy to read.

jacob

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, Jacob.

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You set a deep metaphoric tone here Rita, Words can cut and hurt!

[Rita L. Sev]

Indeed they can - thank you, Jon!

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Welcome Rita:)

[Matthew Bosko]

Great Piece, the cadence is exceptional and the rhyme doesn't hinder the wordplay. I loved it.

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you very much, Matthew - glad you stopped by!

[A. Amos]

This is really well done:) great work my friend

[Rita L. Sev]

Thank you, A!