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Betrayal

16 Jan

It has been a while since I wrote Read Sonnet 12, will you?. In this poem I spoke of the dilemma of sharing poetry with an anti-poet.

What happens when the anti-poet suddenly reforms? It can happen. The anti-poet can one day be subsumed by a recognition of the power of language, even metre. This happened one morning and so I wrote….

What exactly does this mean?
He points to typography.

I squint, the morning light gets into the eyes,
Donne?

Donne the metaphysical poet, he says.

Stunned is when absurdity opens its curtains no more to bleakness,
But trees in bud, a winning poet’s vocabulary.

I look at Donne and he looks back.

Explain, he says.

Isn’t this what you wanted after all?
The moment, yours, when the veil opens,
Fruit revealing all without a prayer to beg?

I’m done with it at least for now, I cannot understand a word
A magic necklace slips off my throat,
The meanings once more clothed.

© neelthemuse,2013

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2 Comments

Posted by on January 16, 2013 in humour

 

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2 responses to “Betrayal

  1. northernmalewhite

    January 16, 2013 at 4:09 pm

    Donnez-moi some words.

    A foot unalone seeks outside pain on the edge of a pigeons wing,
    a wing that allows peace
    as it glides through oil and burps my love
    ah
    a palace of fools unknown that annoint my ears left hand and a leaky branch.

    huh?

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  2. neelthemuse

    January 19, 2013 at 4:52 am

    Absolutely anti-poetic, the huh clinched it! Thank you….

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