trip and trail, taunting
this triggered trap
--a slip ensnared
and falter confounded--
wrap and wrangle, wriggle
tight. I'll fight then fly away.
But some, they say
of disengaging these snarled
and skein-snagged strifes,
"the perfect peace--a pliable piece"?...
Super alliteration abounds. A veritable feast for the tongue.
I don't know why but I felt pain and guilt in here.. which is either me or some form of transference the words evoke. I enjoyed it though.. the poem I mean.
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elPintor
Wed 22nd Jun 2016 00:20
Hey there, Stu and Phil,
I wrote this more than a decade ago when the words seemed to come a little easier. I remember (somewhat fuzzily) penning them and I liked how the words just sort of rolled out. Truthfully, I tried, but I can't completely connect with how I felt then. Maybe that's a good thing.
Anyway, I reworked it slightly and the closest I could come is a sort of statement of struggle, like deciding how best to confront manipulation when others would prefer that you just "behave". And, also maybe a bit of dismay there in the middle if dirty tactics start to get to you.
Glad you both enjoyed it and thanks a bunch for the comments.
elP