"Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them." -Friedrich Nietzsche
...And wordless phrases pondered
within themselves- lingering discrepancies
transgressed amongst the 'Ton'; becoming
strangulated imaginings.
Leaving behind paraphrased limitations,
lines of "And here 'I' was there" without
beveled etchings on concreted secretions...
Whereas steam-filled decisions became past
tensed antiques of formerized glory;
and half painted memories sketched
itself into correlated subqueries, leaving
behind tidings of insufficient return.
A contest entry
- Quotatious Quickie by white stone.
475 points, ended July 27, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is so gorgeous and full of a true poetry spirit.
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True true. You captured what he was saying well. Haven't talked to you in a long time. Glad you entered my contest.
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Yeah..it has been awhile ...my rusty ol' brain still works sometimes
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