Friday, December 21, 2012

Enfield - enfeebled

I was marching into men's field.
I was carving my own niche.
I was greeted with stares.
I was mocked and jibed.
That could have stopped me,
But I just simply smiled.
For those who cannot,
will dare not,
to forge ahead
and make new horizons.
So determined I was,
So strong was my resolution,
That without a thought,
Without any doubt,
I took another step,
And lo! The accolades and acclamation.
I had won.
I had done it.
I had marched into men's field.
I had enfeebled their enfield.

P.S. This is a salute to the spirit of a friend.

Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter E


  1. Yes, Excellent poem, beautiful tribute.

  2. A wonderful tribute to your friend.


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    1. Thank you Debra. I really appreciate your kind words.

  4. There is great rhythm to this poem, just like the march you describe. I really like the voice of determination as well as the play on words here, Ruby! You have a great way with words.

    1. Thank you Sandra. Your appreciation means a lot to me.

  5. Oh wow.

    This is excellent!

    I love the power in these words!

    Absolutely enriching and exquisite writing.

    Happy New Year!

    Thank you for linking.


    1. Thank you Jenny. Your words are such great support. Thank you so much.


Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.