Obsession
having observed her
he staggered into
cavernous infatuation
falling into the mysteries
of her soft lines
and sharp angles
her periods of
alternating melancholy
and indifference
vexed him to no good end
setting off feelings
of trepidation and isolation
despising her attentions
to any other subject
than their mutual adoration
greed for her singular attention
was monumental in nature
dread of losing her
sent him into spasms of distress
he did not tumble into
soft billowing cushions
of sheep shaped clouds
no- he careened into
their wild union
Comments
Cat
he despised how about despising instead
drop the his in front of greed
dread of etc
it is already understood it is HIS we are reading about
and this would eliminate repetition
substitute careened for something else as you have already used that at the start of the poem
Thanks Chrys,
I have utilized your very welcome suggestions. I think I have a better poem because of it as it reads much better now. Thank you for taking the time to read and critique :)
always, Cat
Exasperation ,
breathless
just reading it
his stress is understandable ...
.....cavernous infatuation======just marvelous
Exasperation,
Breathless
just reading it
his stress is understandable ...
.....cavernous infatuation======just marvelous
'''Mingled with
Her life's blood
On my lips lingers...
Her one and only
Dark heart
Belongs to me.''''Cat...
Superb just awesome...
I visited your site
One summation about poetry
that I have learnt is,
the less a poetry /poem is understood
the more myriad views it throngs
in the throes of the human
unaccomplished mind
It leaves one with a gaping jaw
trying to comprehend
what the poet installed
in the mind's eyes
Read me some day,
dispassionately …
with wide open eyes,
I have decades behind
me as evidence
Left out
rather uusaual
Cat
Dear Loved,
I see, from your quotation, that you have visited my "eddy styx web site"! Thank you so very much for taking an interest and the time to do so!
always, Cat (& eddy)
Cat
I could feel the obsession dripping out of every pore, as I read this. loved it all.
lou
Thanks, Lou,
I find you to be a great supporter of my work, and a dear friend.
love, Cat
A single sentence poem...
... almost. This was something of a minor virtuoso piece. I don't much care for the newish fad of "prose poetry", but this is much closer to the old fairy tale forms of single sentence poetry. I love it.
wesley
Dear Wesley,
I've never heard of "single sentence poetry" until now. This is just a style I was experimenting with. I'm glad to know that you liked the poem. Thank you for visiting my poetry and reading. Your comments and critique are always welcome here.
always, Cat