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Click hereThe mockery of a shadow
betrays our years
a personal sundial
whiling away our time
a mocking trip, a
ticking clock
a constant
reminder
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your love reminds me of
a panel saw
smooth slide in
two counter rotating blades
honed sharp
the first pulls me in the second
cuts me apart.
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spider webs hang between
tin waves,
collecting dust,
roof pitched off kilter
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Rows of grout, linear
lines that run in
perfect tracks,
white squares neat,
there it lays
jagged imperfection,
highlighted by perfection.
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Words have no weight,
yet the substance of yours
tie me to my chair
binding me here,
a thick rope of nothing
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cold water hits
my still steaming
shoulders,
as I wash your poetry
from my lips
Holy crap. Those are great, Tod!
Ok, to make this useful. On the fourth one, the imperfection/perfection lines don't quite work for me. And "there it lays" — what lays? Imperfection, itself? A jagged white square? I feel you were going for a metaphor, but dropped the noun for some reason.
Really love reading your thoughts and expressions, thank you for sharing them. I agree that any of these could stand alone. But I enjoyed the full sequence as well, they all stirred up a similar feel. Love the last lines btw!
Inner Vision : i suspect U possess it , Tod !
Not little on depth, not little on intellect... only little in words. Now I'm off to have at least a baker's dozen of little thoughts on your thoughts.