(...a talisman, perhaps...) Four fold and full of mirth, words yield lack and dearth. Dreams hold drams of killing kind, coarse drink for healing cuts of youth’s most mean mistakes, cleaned now and nearing clever, never wise but wistful ever.
A Prayer Like Gravity
Mundus vult decipi
A Prayer Like Gravity 
I got tangled up in this… it had me going one way and then another. I like it when that happens. Felt like I was on a ship in a storm, looking for something I once had.
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“…looking for something I once had.”
I guess that sums it up pretty well. One of those times I was concentrating more on the form and not paying too much attention to where the words were coming from, but I’d say that’s a valid assessment.
Thanks–
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Isn’t that fun though? Just going with the feeling of the words without worrying about too much else. You never know where you’ll end up.
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Yes, definitely fun, and why I write. Whether following a form or not, that’s usually how I feel about poetry in general. Like having a conversation with another part of myself. Only this other part, barely speaks English and it sometimes takes years to realize what it was telling me.
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Interesting. Wish I was better at poetry, but I know my limits more or less.
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I love this! A perfectly rough and tumbled little gem.
You’ve captured a pure insight in a jar so we can all take a look at it….pretty amazing, Gravity
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Thanks Light–it is pretty rough, and pretty and tough, I suppose…
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OO this is a clever, slippery, alliterative beast with some great rhythm! I love it: most evocative with a superb last line…. (tiny tiny thing- did you mean coarse rather than course? I have to know!)
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Thank you Face–I love that–“alliterative beast.” I’m pretty sure my wife has called me that before, only in all caps and with lots of exclamation points! 😉
And yes! I did mean it to be “coarse.” Thank you for catching that. I’m usually very meticulous about such things but this post was rather slapped up in haste.
Duly rectified–
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Ah, that made me smile 🙂
Sorry to be such a pedant, but it is a beautiful poem and deserves to be perfect.
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No apology necessary. I’m a pedant from way back, myself.
Criticism is always welcome. That other P-word though?
Thank you kindly–
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Giving the Great Shakes a shake?
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Gosh. Funny, but that hadn’t even occurred to me. I’ve been sober for almost two years now, so yeah. Probably so. I was just commenting to Trent that it often takes quite a bit of time for me to see what it is that I’m telling myself in my poems. Sometimes I completely blind-side myself.
Thanks for that–translating me back to myself!
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