When I do things my own way
My deeds stain red like blood.
Watchful mercy passes by
Avoiding me when I ask why
Justice flushes with a flood.

Repentance is another choice.
Is that what I see?
By giving up, by giving in,
By turning sharply from within
Mercy left a raft for me.

Linked to dVerse Poetics where SarahSouthWest is hosting with the theme of “red”.


Author: Frank Hubeny

I enjoy walking, poetry and short prose as well as taking pictures with my phone.

49 thoughts on “Red”

  1. An intriguing way to rock the prompt. Accommodation is the better path sometimes. Following your gut can leave you bloody and clueless.

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