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Dumb Destiny

I cannot speak to you anymore.

Though over these clay hearted years,

we never really spoke at all.


So now it finally must end

as I am taken once again

by collared, artistic agenda.


I cut languid love loose

re-tie dumb, devoted knots

that only he will now render.


Forbidden of fruitful verse

which may wistfully introduce

play on words of mourning.


My pen breathing jealous

reluctantly moulds itself madly

into new, amorphic belonging.


So you remain not lost – yet never found.

Source material that floats as cirrus,

I cannot speak to you anymore.


© Katypoetess 2015


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Katy Megan Hughes

Tue 6th Oct 2015 19:17

Ah Nigel, sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself!

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 5th Oct 2015 15:18

Katy -girl, you are cooking! What a rapturous swing of content and poetical approach - IMO, allegorical to the nth - such lines that force the brain to follow your lead as far as it can go - with no idea how 'accurate' the road is.

I wish I could think like this - it is so mystically 'medieval'. I'm just humdrum in such imagination.

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Nigel Astell

Mon 5th Oct 2015 13:52

I cannot speak to you anymore but inside this poem you do.

not lost - yet never found the poem still searches for an answer to end a love that you hold deep in your heart.

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