Singed

We all make mistakes.

Singed

I got burnt once,

well more than once.

My mother always warned

me against touching kettles

but I never assimilated this

lesson into my life's vocabulary.

Always one to stray

over the lines,

especially when it comes

to affairs of the heart.

Aye there is the rub,

the heart and its errant,

innate desires.

Always willing

to take the chance

even when other's

screamed not to get involved.

But I always see beauty

and forgive fault,

and thus my hands are scarred

from too often

handling hot potatoes.

 

18/09/17

Reviews

[Nancy T. Words Move Me]

I like the title of your poem. Your story depicts its meaning spot on!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Many thank yous Nancy for saying so.