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| A painting by John Godward! |
Whirling in a storm of self created bonds,
Expectations floating past like a fragment of cloud,
Hoping against hope that it would be clear,
Today so close, so near, so dear...
Filled with surprise of reluctant pleasure,
Heartily disheartened and writhing in treasure,
Loving him for it was easy to love,
Than to hate such ghastly, soulless monster!
Unable to quench the thirst for riches,
Unable to leave him despite the glitches,
Unable to conquer the lust of his intimacy,
Unable to love his tyranny and treachery!
She whimsically thought of coiled rope,
And smiled as she wrapped her neck in a loop!
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I'm not quite sure I wanted it to be this dark but I finally finished this poem thanks to all the Garden dwellers!
Special thanks to Annell, George, Jim, Isadora, Helen, Kerry and Marian!
This is what I could come up with from my Poem In Progress that I shared on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads last Wednesday and got some wonderful insights!
Thank you All!
Open Link Monday on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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Than to hate such ghastly, soulless monster!
Unable to quench the thirst for riches,
Unable to leave him despite the glitches,
Unable to conquer the lust of his intimacy,
Unable to love his tyranny and treachery!
She whimsically thought of coiled rope,
And smiled as she wrapped her neck in a loop!
***
I'm not quite sure I wanted it to be this dark but I finally finished this poem thanks to all the Garden dwellers!
Special thanks to Annell, George, Jim, Isadora, Helen, Kerry and Marian!
This is what I could come up with from my Poem In Progress that I shared on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads last Wednesday and got some wonderful insights!
Thank you All!
Open Link Monday on Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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