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Removal from/the equation
by Laura DoomI poked and prodded
pulled and pushed
I peed a pungent tongue-tied trope;
threw insults, flattered to deceive
by change of heart and voice;
assailed with boldly printed word
tried every credible device
but none made an impression.
I drew a knife
described a slice.
It did not bleed
it did not scream
this indiscrete amorphous thing.
Without question
an enigma, elevated
by its own weight; should I presume
a platitude?
Indeed not--presumptions merely verify
lack of evidence.
A concept?
Too open-ended, though I feel
I'm getting close.
A metaphor?
Too obvious, I ruminate
or maybe that's just tripe.
In summary, I worry
there is nothing
I can take from this. 02/18/2014 Author's Note: 1st edit: 21-02-14 [UK date-time format]
Posted on 02/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/19/14 at 07:51 PM Nevertheless, I enjoy thinking about this. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/14 at 08:52 PM What I like about your poetry, Laura, is that each one is unique, and always thought provoking. And your grasp of the language doesn't hurt at all. Rock on! |
| Posted by Rob Littler on 02/20/14 at 11:14 PM ...uncontrolled peeing until your tongue is tied sounds like diabetes to me, and WebMD. You should get that checked next time you are at the endocrinologist in Pakistan. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 02/21/14 at 11:54 PM I like your (more) alliterative edit--at least I think that's what I perceived. Overall, I read this like a reflexive riddle but, as usual, I have little confidence in how I read. |
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