I sift the giant firmament
And its genteel frames
As the clouds are shearing up...
-And the shapeless shatters the bays.
Recently, I passed a dry rot,
Tongue-lashing in a driveling way,
Not knowing that dubiety is dubious in the fray.
Clacking with the claimant,
Circumspect, courteous, ripe.
Turns into a drupe,
As fraternal is to fraternize.
This circlet means I own you.
My heart beats against its frames,
Running through the notch between mountains,
Kindling the flames.
As the smoke rises,
It lightens from its domain,
And the atmosphere conceals it as a dungeon.
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Softens (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
Full of symbols and most interesting lines. This was helped some by the author's note. Nicely written
Took me a ton of editing and redoing XD
The note helps guide the reader to the poem's meaning; however, the poem itself could be interpreted in various ways, which enhances its power. Thought-provoking, image rich, symbolic. A fave. Welcome to MPS, my friend!
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Thought provoking write nicely expressed, authors notes were handy but equally this can be interpreted in many ways, enjoyed the read
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