Safety is the softest down
in care of a mother dove-
safety is in the blessed dawn
when noir night departs-
safety expands in a warm heart
where love is alive-
safety rests in the morgue
when we delight in lie-
Posted for Susan’ Midweek Motif ~ Safety @ Poets United
sumanar/lekha 
This poem leaves a lot of room to think – superbly crafted
Oooo, that ending! So much to gain from the down, dawn, and heart of truth. This is a poem with a stinger, like a bee.
You’ve given me different ways to look at safety. Thank you!
Warmth and safety are combined with the warmth of a mother’s embrace, the warmth of the dawn, and a warm heart, but when proved false, the sense of safety grows cold as a morgue.
The thought of safety expanding in a warm heart evokes happiness, Sumana.
“Safety expands in a warm heart where love is alive.” The only true safety lies within. Wonderful, Sumana.
Exactly what safety is and than that powerful last line Beautiful
The last line is a curve ball, swoosh
Happy Wednesday
Much❤🕊❤
Death is inevitable but rarely acceptable. We might accept death but not if it is unexpected, worse if it was avoidable and unnecessary.