Red

Tiles
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”.

Tulips

Author: Frank Hubeny

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

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