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How tender are your lies, how perspicaciously They thread around my neck in knots, I’ll tie their Ends to ancient bridges to the recent cracks, And fall. Why, how the water glistens: an eyelash Of a newlywed, and how the stones Beneath are pained to promise differently, But don’t. My talent lies behind the woods and spears Are pointed to my heart’s each beat As it would beat itself into a blister To quit. |
i like the paradox..."how tender are your lies" i will hang myself on them... like sheryl crow..."lie to me, i'll believe you" "pained to promise differently/ but don't" we expect truth and following through on promises...but that seems to happen less and less... i really like this poem so much...except for "perspicaciously"---i feel the word is really trippy...and draws much too much attention to itself...and interrupts the reading...i think just saying "how they thread around my neck in knots" would work great. just thoughts....good poem ... "as it would beat itself into a blister/ to stop? ah yes!!!!!!!!! jacob | Posted on 2012-06-23 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |