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For Elizabeth Jill.

by V. Blake

hither and yon,
all crackle and boom,
without apology
or plea,

no entendre
double-took
(but leant in close
so we could see)
a rhetoric
succinct as only
love can be.


//or do words die
//dreaming of
//verbosity?



it seems, at least,
a metaphor
for simile,
or perhaps
a semaphore
soliloquy,
or maybe
something more.

but i digress,
you will agree.

it was never meant to be about me.

05/13/2013

Author's Note: https://pathetic.org/poem/1301174178

Posted on 05/13/2013
Copyright © 2023 V. Blake

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 05/15/13 at 10:41 PM

Vince, you and your troubadourish flourish with your nourishing swish rock!

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