STRATEGY
a spatial
boundary
dismantled
from
memory
tranquil
cropped
in
an
encoded
facade
encroached
by
eloquent
realms
of unspoilt
semi- abstract
crests
glistening
phenomena
patterned
representation
consonances
plays of light
in recurring
ambivalent
composition
indifferent
intractable
invisible
dynamic
contrasts
summed up
in the
unfamiliar
ELOQUENCE
a
reticent
celebration
of ambiguity
latent
licit
straightforward
yet
oblique
interpretation
beyond
the
inner image
nurtured
in
connected
tendencies
to evolve
closely
obsessive
an ambivalent
narrative
observed
in
dreamy
abandon
of
unmistakable
pleasure
initiated
in
the
unconscious
made
manifest
by
desire
once
repressed
derived
by
a sense
of
intimacy
Categories:
consonances, poetry,
Form: Verse
How deep the stings that make men mistrust Love,
And women fly from comforts that Love brings,
And deeper is the poison in poisoned rings
That longing hearts refuse the thinking of.
There is no other station that can wound
As deeply, or as surely, as Love stabs
No other hook grabs deeply as Love grabs
And no lute, more than Love, as finely tuned
Can make my music sob, vibrate the strings
Of all the lutes that ever were, will be
With consonances. O! That I could Thee
Awaken, to the joys that Sweet Love brings.
But you would rather have than me, I think,
Brown eyes, brown hair, a Handsome with a wink!
Categories:
consonances, betrayal, fantasy, hurt, lost
Form: Italian Sonnet