Bad case of the love-sickies.

I tend not,
I must admit,
To read poetry
without wit
I haven't the ability
to appreciate it;

A stanza
and a rhyming word
and some images
vaguely heard
color emotion
always blurred

I don't get it.

Half way through
both poem and I
come to the knowledge
that though we try
it's not what
we want, we sigh.

Single word
Exclamation!
Left to stand out
Silly punctuation!
or lack thereof
an aberration

We both know that
I'm wasting both our times.

It starts feeling
so rejectorated;
I start getting
defenestrated...
stanzas later
degenerated

cries of abuse
from the one,
and entrapment
Please, lets be done
and obligation
from the other one.

Things are said
that can't be unsaid
It's bitter, horrible
{Tears are shed)
a thing for everyone involved to have to go through.
Now go to bed.

Conclusionary lines
to wrap up
layers of an idea
and symbolic sup
images insufficient
to wrap up.

I liked this one
even if, I'm sure,
I didn't get the
imagery, and your
everything else you are expressing with it.
No cure.

I'm such a philistine.






With love, for paraclete, who most of these words actually belong to.