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Close(d) to My Heart.
by Laura DoomAm I prepared to commit
poetic injustice to paper?
I wonder...
does intensity decrease
with each unfolded desire?
Or am I found wanting
when seeking your need
in a haystack of harvested doubts?
My conscience slashed,
I stem the flow of admissions
with a triage of questions,
multiple choice diagnoses
for an accident weighted to happen.
Untied, your reveries sing
as the ceremonies drone
in voices thrown like confetti,
to procreate the impression
that never do I love to be alone.
This inverse relationship
whines as it reaches maturity
and in drawing the final straw
this child has left you
clutching at heart strings. 03/20/2007 Posted on 03/20/2007
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/22/07 at 03:59 AM God, I love that first stanza. I ask myself that entirely too often. I loved this. |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/23/07 at 02:54 PM Beautifully written, especially your question, "does intensity decrease
with each unfolded desire?" as well as the fourth stanza, though the entire piece is wonderful. The contradiction is powerful as its core seems the very pulp of emotional history yet still ripe, moist, and undulating to this very day. Close and yet Close(d) where heart and stone combine to create a matrix of pure paradox, soft and hard clutching at each other desperately yet unwilling or unable to completely merge, remaining distinctly separated in their complex embrace. Well, that's what I saw anyway. A strong piece Laura, very worthy and my choice for POTD. |
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