With life threatening to inflate beyond its
permitted perimeter, jostling your tiny
coracle in confusing, spiraling, surreal
seas, and inexplicable visions divulging
inglorious rips in time's ragged, bitten
bindings, and unbridgeable schisms
suddenly widening to divide you from
your erstwhile intractable participants,
then the day must come with inevitable,
unwavering destiny, igniting your nerves
with fear and alarm. When the scales
suddenly rain down from your worn out
eyes, revealing all the callous lies and
senseless cruelty that cages you behind
bars of naked wickedness, then you'll
know you're finally through. Just puff
your breath at them; they're not the
hardened steel shafts you think you
recall, but only twisted columns of
smoke and ash, which blows away at
long last, leaving you free to be the
woman God always thought you ought
to have been born to be.
The rhythm and flow in this piece is perfect and succulent. There was not a single line which felt in any way 'off' or clumsy. No word seemed improper, each part seems relevant to the whole. I like the concept of latent ability and the powerful ending 'born to be'. What's funny, initially I thought the romantically inversed individuals seeking to externalize their true, feminine side. As always with your poetry, I learned a ton of vocabulary, thank you.
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"Bars of naked wickedness"? For a line of poetry, that's rather 'sexy,' if I do say so myself. The internal rhyming & alliteration in this piece made the poem just slip off the tongue. :)
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