An impetus purposed writes of two conceptual me; cuffed and uncuffed.
FIRST: The absolute is "London," a story riddled with facts; "Kingdom of Sweden ...," characters of notoriety and the usual drama of infidelity, innocence, loyalty, the young family, and of a kingdom's people. REALITY
The abstract is "Paris," a story riddled with fiction that writes as I go, "A Name if it be ...," character's are real, and are not, whimsy factors in, visual setting, who took the first scene becomes the main, yet secondary is the notable poet, "Poe" but the fictitious brother-in-law grasp the whole 'off-the-cuffs,' 'shot-in-the-dark'--WHOLE STORY initiated via social media's posted picture of his devotion, Lenore--the human element, Poe--infidelity.
Categories:
uncuffed, addiction, allusion, analogy, character,
Form: Free verse
I have no name or reason, gone are bone and flesh.
My uncuffed spirit beats a raw passionate crest.
As guitar riffs stroke my soul's divine ache afresh,
my core becomes high and healings blaze in my chest.
Tunes spin vibrations that linger deep inside me.
While I dance vivacious vibes soothe style me within
and melt me adrift to float in truth's notes so free.
Music mends to transcend me beyond human skin.
Categories:
uncuffed, endurance, feelings, guitar, how
Form: Rhyme