Preamble: So often, I dive into a poem-headlong-having worked out the meaning and the kinks in my head. It’s occurred to me that my non-poetic friends might find a preamble useful; giving the poetry some context. 
In this piece, I’ve employed repetition in a lament of why justice (given the female gender) should be so elusive sometimes. I’ve played the desperate pleas against an “all-too-cool”  justice. Make of this what you will !

…and even if we woke the souls of our dead
would justice stop playing hard to get?
even if we tugged at heaven instead
…and even if we woke the souls of our dead
Swallowing hot tears and tempering down the dread
would I see more of her than her silhouette?
…and even if we woke the souls of our dead
would justice stop playing hard to get?

©Vivian Zems 

dVerse Poets– MTB- Repetition (#triolet)

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