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Click hereA Monument to the Loves of Shepherd and Shepherdess
i. Circles
I met her in a kitchen,
Her rolling pickled tongue
Spoke Spanish 'R's,
The air was so humid,
Her Spanish hair stuck to her cheek,
I grew weak, and knocked over the contents
Of a bowl on the counter;
Flour fell in a circle around her.
ii. Baby
Her gentle and affectionate mien,
reflects elegantly in plain raiment,
making any of my high-words treason,
against our future's darlingest claimant.
iii. Wait and Listen
If you wait and listen,
for the frisson,
to see what tomorrow brings,
-you'll miss your son's christening.
iv. Arguments Ensue
Volant words, and shattered nerves,
my fidus achates' volatile verbs,
trust tumbles over those supple curves,
and the third is left undeservedly disturbed,
--when there's little weight in our volant words.
v. Lost Friendship
I long had a friend
who gave poor advice
however, we've severed;
yet, there was one tidbit
I will always heed
It's what she said
about bussing feet:
'If you need a girl,
more than a morsel,
you'll kiss the soles of her feet,
and not their dorsals!'
vi. Prayer to a Slavonic Deity
Now, if I could, I'd only cover
her, whom I value, above the others,
and together, we'd do the work of Lel,
or perish entwined--when our god swells.
vii. Present Tense
Imagine the present tense
without her presence,
--Thence, imagine her delight,
when you paint her picket fence--white.
viii. Apologia (for Socrates?)
If I were the sort of scapegrace,
or the kind of varlet, who'd
kiss your wrist to make you crimson,
I'd call myself a harlot, and a charlatan,
then run my own scarlet blood--in payment,
flush upon the pavement.
ix. No Lamia
There's your principia:
"Let's see how shrewdly he'll let me act,
before he feels like a sore." Yet
you're still no lamia, in fact
even after you lewdly bite and scratch, and tell me
there's never been a bigger mismatch,
I know you're just trying to bleed,
how much of me you'll actually need,
when we're not what we are now.
x. The Way She'll Use Yeats
This violent engine,
These intense bursts,
This striated tissue
She's woven and nursed,
So, I do, take issue,
With the apologue,
And the way she'll use Yeats,
to drogue--My manic traits.
Heck! Where's the E? This is a cut above many works in here.
Tess
Great title, it really hooks the reader into reading your poetry. I liked i and x, especially x since you added "striated tissue", it's so visceral, eh? I agree with NJ about each new submission being better than the one before it. Thank you, nice work.
you just keep getting better and better and I fond myself looking for a poem or 2 by you, every morning. This one did not disappoint, but I am positive it will require many more reads before I am done with it, if ever.
may I ask where youget your inspiration? You seem so versatile and versed, rather eclectic and yet your profile implies you are young?
If so, you have a talent bursting its seems, and I cannot wait to see how far you will go with this poetry "thing". I feel that you have the potential to be widely read and more thna a bit successful if that is your aim and desire:)
excellent job, again, keep up the great work!
julie