The amber glow of candle light reflects against the wall,
but caught up in your hubris, you don’t notice it at all.
You seize the chance to prattle on about your newest deal,
overlooking table settings and this tender veal
I’ve cooked just to your liking. The asparagus grows cold
as you expound on how intelligent you are, and bold.
While I, my dear, think my own thoughts concerning your bombast,
of how this anniversary might well be our last.


Prompt words for today are amber, hubris, candle and seize.

5 thoughts on “Hubris


    Love it, and often hope that enough love and appreciation was made back then, because now it is too late to do so~! Often when thumbing through Shirley’s cookbooks, I see little notes on which recipes she has noted: “Marion really likes this”. She lived for and from my love, I was and am a very fortunate man~!



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