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My eyes tighten as i sink into the phlegmatic depths of my failing.
I feel the warmth crawl across my skin,
tracing it's lies upon me.
It beguiles me with it's seduction yet, ashamed, i am eager and accepting.
Wispy tendrils twist their way into my thoughts,
entangling and confusing me.
And still i succumb.
I have read this one several times... I keep coming back to it
because it beguiles me ; )
I love it Kathryn!
Thanks to all for your feedback.
good stuff, i think this is quite a complex poem but the last line brings back down to earth.. good technique - nice one
Blimey Star...I'll let the Freudians pour over that response. Any poet who tries to get 'phlegmatic' shoe-horned into a poem is OK by me. It didn't work...but was a valliant effort.
:)
jx
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kath hewitt
Sun 24th Jan 2010 16:14
Thank you Francine, it's very kind of you to say that. x