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Duet Because you’re at the coalface of the act and have words, the expectation’s that you can make me understand. You can’t. I saw you dip your hand under a little lake of flame, in wonder compelled by a burning bauble. That first was years ago, the baubles change or maybe all they do, like tastes, is age and expand your vocabulary of the true. Vast and growing, it listlessly sprawls like speechless lichen over concrete walls making rocks look less the rabble they randomly are, flung here and there by your surprised hand’s reflex, its hair your flesh, burning, burning out. Now look back. Toss your wisdom rock your medicine ball through the fluid clock of memory, see if you can teach your steps to a pup. To this pup. When I sent you out to lift me up all speech and stance I didn’t know was there for your taking. And you took it all, and learned, and when you finally looked back, I was gone, and far beyond your reach. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2004-11-05 14:26:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.37288
Mark,
I'm impressed by your wonderfull rhymes.act/that change/age took it/looked.
They work wonderfully. I liked the bauble theme.
I liked truth.....
Vast and growing, it listlessly sprawls
like speechless lichen over concrete walls
making rocks look less the rabble
I just feel bad the duet ended. Outgrew the other.
You express yourself so well, that seems it should have kept you a couplet.
Great ability to communicate!
ciao,
dellena