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the imminent



the imminent

She asked me to hang on
But the slippery reins had gone
leather made its curious mark
Scars where once the passion barked
But whiplash those leashes flail free
No longer tugging on the alchemy
Of our uneasy chemistry
This could never work
And this could never last very long
Familiarity seems
A contemptuous song.
But alas hope spawns
The gritted teeth and finger tips
A precipice of romance
She snaps her nails
Such determination through love
I like the way you hang on
Despite me
I like the way you invite me inside
When weather has turned my tide
such simple words my chords do lack
On hearts we stack
Our  layers of love
And still we hung on
And you the anvil
Shaping the austere
My cold solid function
You forged me
But those malleable rods could never smelt
The heated steel and debate we felt
May never end
Yet we hung on
And sparks can fly
When words do try
To negotiate
The winding road we celebrate
we reached this far
the splintering path of love
And yes she will clench barbed wire
And yes he fell in thorns
Willingly for her
So sad that this shall cease
The inevitable crossroad
The imminent release
Slipping…..

◄ Praying man gut man boob

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Francine

Mon 3rd Aug 2009 14:31

Hard times... or the beginning of the end...

'The winding road we celebrate
we reached this far
the splintering path of love'

You capture well the truth and emotion of
'the imminent'





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clarissa mckone

Wed 12th Dec 2007 04:18

The more I read this one, the more I like it and understand it. You are so smart and you have a way with words.

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Steve OConnor

Tue 11th Dec 2007 21:20

'Familiarity seems a contemptuous song'

I like how you manage to suggest the original phrase whilst utterly avoiding it. Also, in the line that follows it. Very clever.

It's good to see that your work has a similar relentless rhythmic quality on the page/screen as it does hearing it. That and your obvious love of wordplay makes for enjoyable reading.

Good stuff, Pete.

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clarissa mckone

Tue 11th Dec 2007 02:52

This is very good, seems full of thorns.seems full of bitterness. everyday life feels this way to me. no person needed. I think I need a good friend, I feel like I may freak out. but you have your own problems. to be free as a bird, that would be nice. great poem full of feelings.

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