The Relativity of Sorrow (Joanne Dominique Dwyer)

I don't like the title of today's poem by Joanne Dominique Dwyer - it's too grand and coying. I would have preferred a simpler title, say 'Mercy'.

Because, the poem is rather neat. It's basically a definition of mercy. It's a complicated concept and one that almost needs to be defined by images and examples - which this poem provides.

She uses some really great images and by the end while I still can't define mercy in a word, I know exactly how it feels and what it may look like.

Favorite line: "Mercy is the sap of pine"