Pulling on heartstrings--
an exquisite violin sorrow song!
The unstoppable tide of the body,
the knowledge, a white froth at the edge--
unnoticed,
Broken on the shore of lust.
The serenade of the siren,
the sigh of the succubus,
the release of roving imaginings.
One kiss is all it takes.
Author notes
Done on the sin of Lust. A kind of adultery tinge to it, as well.
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Interesting write... my big pet peeve in poetry is the self-centered poem which has beaucoup occurrences of I, I'd, I'll, I'm, me, me, me, etc. This poem doesn't do that, but it "breaks" one other common free verse "rule", if you will, and that is excessive use of indefinite articles (a, an, the) and the preposition "of".
Arkbear was the first A.P. person to make me aware of this with his Poem of the Week, Month and Year contests. It's just stated in the rules of his contests, so last night I googled "writing free verse" and several of the first articles or worksheets that I clicked on mentioned something to that effect.
My recent similar take on the subject of forbidden passion was Midlife Crisis. Your feelings are natural and just!
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