Dysfunctional

by Melissa   Aug 13, 2012


Love-
why do I even try?

You're impossible to steal-
an illusion with no substance,
words with no bones to cage

A riddle I can't grasp,
A proverbial clock with hands like thieves
pinching my time, my mind
A criminal that cannot be caught

A hurricane
much too antsy
for my fingers to penetrate the heart
of your breeze

A tongue curled like a question mark
blunt and careless
of my exclamations,
a splinter,
a far away look
in our last parley

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  • 13 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Nice poem, excellent use of metaphors here all of which worked very well to create images in my head very strongly. Great layout for each stanza too, making those little scenes of description stand out on their own.

    * far away can just be faraway because you are using it as an adjective here.

    5/5

  • 13 years ago

    by Edward D Zurovec

    Outstanding writing in my book!

    Lovely,
    You know why,

    to hold the bounty
    to know the trick
    put flesh upon the rage

    an answer at last
    has come to page.

    I'm thinking of " Sometime", those old
    lyrics of Bill Anderson and Mary Lou Turner;
    written by Felice Mancini and Henry
    Nicola Mancini

  • 13 years ago

    by Darren

    Clever use of words in this,the bones to cage, and tongue shaped like a question mark were my favourites, i love the whole frustration in this piece. Great write.

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