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Click hereRestraining retraining
My weary wirey mind
From the caress of your figure
The memory of it I lay out
On my bed in front of me and mine
A slender supple thing
Of delicate shadow and deceit
Sweetscent sweat illusion
a tinted twisted mirror
dark reflexes flexing reflection
A scry awry like a sty in my eye
Adamant inanimant graninte
Unmoving cool slowburning
under all ever in
A Rolling skien of water
Forever falling off and away
Slip slippering whispering
slowly carving caving in
the unseen carvings
in quiet stone bends a shapes
limpid lithographs and petroglyphs
left as ancestors before me
indelible as their mark on you now
and the marks you leave on me
I like sound play, alliteration, internal rhyme, etc. It is always a balancing act of how much to have in a poem before tipping into the overdoing it category. I know that it was overdone for a purpose of tone, but still, I feel it went a bit too far.
Having said that, I did like the overall idea, and this:
"quiet stone bends a shapes
limpid lithographs and petroglyphs
left as ancestors before me:"
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