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Girl, I'd write you a poem.
I'd write about your inflected accent –
how it tickles my ossicles
with violent flutters
hammeranvilstirrup
hammeranvilstirrup
until the whole damn chamber
clutters with echoes
of you;
and how
all the while
my heart's torm-
ented by the silent passion
in your eyes, and I
shrink away from you
like a Gorgon
from a mirror.
But words alone – they mean but little,
and are fickle, and verbose;
and the Poem often withers
even faster than the Rose.
I'd write about your inflected accent –
how it tickles my ossicles
with violent flutters
hammeranvilstirrup
hammeranvilstirrup
until the whole damn chamber
clutters with echoes
of you;
and how
all the while
my heart's torm-
ented by the silent passion
in your eyes, and I
shrink away from you
like a Gorgon
from a mirror.
But words alone – they mean but little,
and are fickle, and verbose;
and the Poem often withers
even faster than the Rose.
feelings, sound, poetry
© 2010 - 2024 Leurindal
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Nicely done. It feels like a classic, modernised. And with a touch of wry humour.
One thing I do not understand, the linebreak at torm- ented. But of course I ain't got no rhythm.
One thing I do not understand, the linebreak at torm- ented. But of course I ain't got no rhythm.