- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Twighlight in the Tundra
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Click hereMy heart was a yard of spikes and fences
to keep others out
to keep you in
to inflict order upon Chaos.
You pricked your lovely fingers
on my poisoned barbs, and
frightened,
you fled
you jumped
you ran away,
bounding
like a wounded,
hunted
doe.
Now at dusk, there is no territory.
No ownership or definition --
Fences raised to piss against.
There is nothing
but the stark stony silence
of a land resisting definition, ownership.
And like inner Greenland
Who would go there?
Today and tomorrow
have had a divorce
and I...
I have learned to suffer.
- COMMENTS
Kiki_catover 10 years agoAuthorThank you so much - who knew I could find an outlet for my poetry here. So many poems that were destined forever to be kept in a dark drawer - thanks for bringing them out into the light with your appreciation.
todski28over 10 years agoYou pricked your lovely fingers
on my poisoned barbs, and
frightened,
you fled
you jumped
you ran away,
bounding
like a wounded,
hunted
doe.
(this for some reason won't template the same as you have written it)
This actually gave me a visual image of something jumping and bounding away.
final lines really smack home.
GuiltyPleasureover 10 years ago......to find such an accomplished new poet. The enjambment in verse 2 is very effective. These lines.....
"There is nothing
but the stark stony silence
of a land resisting definition, ownership."
...hiss with intesity. Very nice.
Angelineover 10 years agofierce and infused with stony resoluteness. I've been there and your poem really works for me. Thank you for posting it. :-)
