Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Obscurity

The formula: write a sentence for obscurity
Yes           o.b.s.c.u.r.i.t.y.

Then: make some reference to an ancient tome
or classic poem
that only the nattering narcissists
recognize

Finish: with a flourish
or a surprise or a twist
but make it something     oh    so    very     clever

read the entire mess
aloud to someone with
no objectivity
who would swoon (or feign swooning)
at even a sophomoric rhyme
just to keep you

I spent that night learning not to love you:
your contemptible creamy olive skin
those dreadful morning lake smooth eyes
the vile way your soft lips fit mine

I can’t be kept
Can’t be fooled
My heart knows a bad poem
and it knows a bad love

Even one that flames high
for a time . . .
like ours

So like a bad poem, you are

relegated to
that corner place
where couplets and starlets
dance the night away

In obscurity



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10 comments:

  1. ha...bad love and bad poetry...both will leave you with too many headaches...snappy write...i thoroughly enjoyed it...

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  2. Ha! A bad love, like a bad poem, keeps drawing you back in hopes you can perfect it.

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  3. rough write - ha - bad love and bad poetry...you always hope there still can be sth. done to save it...

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  4. Ah liked the clever turn of phrase as your turn away the delectable - the bad, the beautiful. Well written and well done, you! G.

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  5. I was immediately engaged, but the twist was killer, especially with the line 'I can't *be* kept' leading into the perfect analogy, junk poetry, junk food, junk love, all easy on the appetite, designed to attract, and empty and often fatal as well. Excellent stuff, my pleasure to read.

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  6. I really enjoyed this piece. The tied perspectives flow very well to make the image. Nice write ~ Rose

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  7. It feels weird to applaud this, as if I'm a voyeur on such devastation of words and bad love.

    But I do applaud for the way it made me feel, and your twists to the heart.

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  8. haha so true, they could leave one with quite the lasting headache, nice piece.

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  9. So true, I long for a man that is moved by poetry....really liked the last stanza:
    relegated to
    that corner place
    where couplets and starlets
    dance the night away

    In obscurity

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  10. keep posting, hope all is well.

    Hello,
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