Unpleasant GraceA Poem by Paris HladUnpleasant
Grace
The
ways of the supernatural are inscrutable, And
even the Gardener’s gifts are occasionally unpleasant.
Why
I, her loyal Eugene, was once driven to the brink of suicide By
a miraculous act of the Gardener’s loving grace.
Still, gifts are fleeting, and they often transform A creature’s life into a realm of yelps and special whips.
Ironically, those yelps are heard Only by those outside the victim’s head, Even though the whips are manifestations o Of the victim’s personal universe. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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Added on January 21, 2023 Last Updated on January 21, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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