Stamping fairness, shine I often get upon my nose will be
Cheek enhancement. Ambit capping sebum has relaxed for me.
Slowly crashing dorsum I've endorsed to let endorphin flood
Wash contorted course of torture--olden path can't horde my blood.
Rash rebuffing always barred potential sorrow from my sense,
But it also killed whatever hap could make delight commence.
Maybe meeting patient person murdered heinous haste I held,
Yanked embrace off blinding pillar, opened space that change impelled.
Healing flowed to border visage, augment argent aural gleam.
Touch of dye touched dying vigor, set it to a living theme.
Boosted by your present being, future is a thing I might
Welcome as a nice addendum, not a violent foe to fight.
Frankly pondered, time we handle tandem can abandon woe.
Vainly squandered, life I chose before you gave a constant throe.
Weave your fingers into mine, construct a double bludgeon. We
Pound the prior rancor I developed till we see debris.
I would have thought a little tenderness creeping into your customary "double bludgeon" would be an infirmity to your verse, but it fact it opens it up nicely to an echoing cadence where one doesn't really want to know quite what it means, because one doesn't have to.
ReplyDeleteHey thanks for the comment man, the same goes for you. I was glad I was listening to some Dizzy Gillespie when I checked this one out. Great ride!
ReplyDeleteI learn so many words here ;)
ReplyDeletethanks for the vocabulary lesson! :)
ReplyDeleteBoosted by your present being, future is a thing I might
ReplyDeleteWelcome as a nice addendum, not a violent foe to fight.
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Weave your fingers into mine, construct a double bludgeon. We
Pound the prior rancor I developed till we see debris.
these were the best stanzas.signature style, as usual.kudos.
This poem definitely enriched my vocabulary!
ReplyDeleteGlad to see you at the Poetry Pantry.
Jack - you are a craftstman.
ReplyDeleteWeave your fingers into mine, construct a double bludgeon. We
Pound the prior rancor I developed till we see debris.
Abin mentioned these lines too - they really stand out.
I like the lines that Abin quoted, too---"Weave your fingers into mine, construct a double bludgeon." That is a wonderful phrase. I like the intimacy between you and your reader here.
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