Yanno Kari, i have to say this is one of your bestest Every stanza is filled with sharp imagery and phrases I wish I had written; that makes the reader feel. Powerful indeed.

I wondered though if you left out the Caps at the beginning of every line, I just feel that it jars the flow (and you have do have a good flow going)slightly. But you know me, I hardly use Caps and perhaps I'm the one with the problem ok don't asnwer that lol.

Just a 'lil sample of my thoughts...


How well he manipulated
the narrow-minded
curves and twists of petty ways
in which his mind perceived
injustice, particularly when it was pointed
at him, like a teacher’s ruler from
third grade, when he first learned to hate.

Especially as injustice blew
toward him, like an advance of swelling surf,
as a hurricane of bigotry blustered in.

He would redden at sounds of voices
so unlike his own; accents he could neither
comprehend nor colors he could see through,
as the blistering red necked its way
down his spine
stiffening his resolve
toward intolerance.

A gentle hand would lay itself
on his arm
again
as if to influence the redness to calm itself,
quietly saying
we are all God’s creatures

but that would only incur more vehemence
in his white light of trite retaliations,

and it is difficult indeed,
when dignity seemingly cannot dent
intolerance.

But she knew, if she were truly incompatible
to his deeper opinions
which were hidden by prejudice,
he would have stopped
reaching for her dignity.

it's a Kari

A magnificent write

Mxx

into this night i wonder, it's morning that i dread, another day of knowing of, the path i fear to tread.
~Sarah McLachlan~

Through rubble and trouble and dark of night
The yawn of a dawn will hasten the light

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