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Conquest (An Affair)

Walk
(No, run)
straight into that freight train
that is your fear
embracing it full
wrestling it to the ground with
lustful wildness
until it is subdued
until it is your own
do not release it
lest it run from you
returning tamed
unpeppered


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Posted in Photos, Poetry

Morning Dialogue with Self

Rise early with the descending fog
pour a cup of regret
discussing yesterday with yourself
while your hopes for love cleave to the shelf.

Whose hands are these, wringing lest they forget
holding, leveling charges against thyself
pointing fingers of creeping blame
grasping, fearing you’ll do the same

thing again with the rising of the sun’s bitter wealth?
streaming, even now, through the fettered window pane
Oh, foolish, foolish child am I
to think that I could change, decry

the pointing fingers of creeping blame
discussing yesterday with yourself.
Set the needle back, play that song and fret
another rising sun, another dialogue.

© Photo & Poem by Jilly
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B3elle Poetic Form
Thanks to Charley at Life in Portofino for this form!

It's Open Link Night over at dVerse and I find myself working 
in a poetic voice that is not my own, lest anyone think
this reflects Jilly in any way. Just working with form and
mood :)