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Click hereOnly when she was finally bent
To his free will
Did she cry a little
And sing, sotto voce,
The Tsalagi for "Never,"
Or perhaps it was "Always,"
Or even, "I do not care."
Anyway, she sang to her God, for each Sunday
He forced her cleave to Him.
Originally written for PandoraGlitters Race Relations thread. Written badly, perhaps, but there it is.
am i reading sorrow when others are reading 'hot'?
*reads again*
hmmm - ambiguity doubles a poem, at least :) and much depends upon what the reader brings to the tryst. *brings more next time*
....she sang "until". Nice, concise and sure of itself. My kind of poem - I notice and approve of the inclusion of "was" in the first line, one little word sets the tone for the rest of the poem.
Tess
it is good to see poetguy does have some sense of ambiguity, two way, now try 5 or 6. Rofl. I am the master of the two way street.(here) Comes from Empson. And close reading instead of generic.
well 100, worth it.
I am the better creative writer having written Enron's financial reporting. (Readers and PG, that last line was a joke, that can be taken two ways also.)