My adversary
fueled by lies
half-truths
in disguise
You shan’t win
oh dreaded fear
if I hold truth
ever near
My devilish foe
all deceit
my Advocate
I’d have you meet
He is Truth
and the Way
You shan’t win
but perish this day
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I haven’t had much time for poetry lately because I’ve been working on my memoir and a book proposal to pitch the memoir to agents at a conference I’m attending in two weeks. But I was compelled today to make time for a Quadrille. It’s only 44 words, after all. And then to find that the word for today at dVerse Poets Pub‘s Quadrille Monday is fear. Can’t wait to see what others wrote on this topic that is dear to my heart.