Reflection an encumbrance
The leash of longing burns
Unable to remove the rope
Or from desire learn
Dragged through adoration
Crushed by quiet curve
Defeat through implication
Of need doggedly served
Whisper writs of wanting
Desperation a ditch
I'd sing praise to independence
But just can't find the pitch.
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Author:
Quemis (
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- Comment from author about the poem: ... I hate being alone with myself. I have so much work to do.
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Typically dense, I tease the meaning out, no, I wring it out, and though I find myself twisting pretty hard to get it started, the meaning begins to drip, and the more I wring the more it flows. I think I too experience defeat through implication... and it's a brave poet who admits not always finding the pitch.
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