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Agitation
Oft, oft, and further
Draws in this drone,
Of words,
Of spent pain.
False in feeling,
I am a turn-coat;
A twisted ravage,
Schooled in words
Others term cliché.
Spitting this bile
Into a gutter
Teaming with guts
Of those lost
To mediocrity.
This world
Where rose-tinted
Faeries feed on
Nostalgia,
Backward glances,
And dregs of regret.
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Comment by: Jamilah - 2006-09-24 22:00
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| This is good. I especially like the final stanza. Great word choice. Agitation, indeed. |
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Comment by: - 2006-06-29 03:46
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I like the last stanza best. "Faeries feed on nostalgia," and "Dregs of regret." Wow.
Truly good writing. Keep it up. |
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Comment by: shepard - 2006-06-02 21:53
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| you're a very good poet oft oft and always |
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| very beautiful imagery |
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Brilliantly written Frances! This is a very tightly written, powerful poem.
"Oft, oft, and further
Draws in this drone,
Of words,
Of spent pain."
Loved that beginning stanza. As I have noticed with some of your other work, you have such a telent for writing these short, sharp kind of poems.
An absolute pleasure to read. More in this vein pls! |
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