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Highlight it
Contributed by
Silviaplath
on
Tuesday, 27th January 2004 @ 04:04:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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delight in it
despite its skewed course
you are never vexed,
at least that is all that’s evident to me.
Guzzle this superlative brew
and perhaps it will woo—
but who?
Why everyone
would be so very fond of this potent.
Dreams that had been dreamt
were dreamt of this.
Wanderers that haed searched
had searched for this.
The tonic of ideality
was revealed of exemplary deception
and once attained had proved not so supreme,
but rather chimercal.
Tied, fastened and enclosed
beneath the unimpeachable barricade
is scabs protruding—
mutiliated lacerations confessed,
only if it be overcast.
Forged, counterfeit pieces of flesh
are knit and interlaced to form a tantalizing grin.
But pardon the sew and stitch
to relay a knot of tethered yarn.
Icicles have appeared along the valve of your heart—
caving in
with the scheme
to obliterate
your sketched facade.
True—
Of course
fragile, flimsy imposture/
You have Rival.
Prance your shallow strides,
while I saunter.
I have caught on to you
But I tell you,
do not come to me when
all of hell has accumulated in those pipes of blood
and those jaggers of ice have thawed and crumbled.
I had forewarned you to keep away,
but you had persisted
and look at you now—
clandestinely ragged, scourged and thrashed.
You are not One.
Copyright ©
Silviaplath
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2004-01-27 16:04:46] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Highlight it
(User Rating: 1 ) by Remy on
Wednesday, 28th January 2004 @ 03:42:39 AM AEST (User
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Seems like a storm is brewing inside, like a poetic mallet to the face... i like it!
~Remy~ |
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