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The Struggling Poet's Lament (Free verse) by Ranger

So beautiful, that baffled moon Who watched my gentle hands - quiet In low-lit room move, exploring Soft sweeps across such pale skin Your body bared in honesty Smooth lines shown - all unashamed Then deftly flowed red silken dress Volcano ripple in reverse Extravagance shone, golden-trimmed To cover over canvas frame Slip on lace glove, then summer hat I line your eyes and brush your lips An idol of adultery I look again To notice threads which snake behind Like lazy flies, a drunken waltz A crooked hem, a button gone And in the heavy candle glow I stumble like the pregnant flame Wishing mine was Master craft The tailor's mind of genius For the seamstress cannot dress herself

Ranger 13-Feb-06/3:33 PM
Well this whole piece is supposed to be about trying to write a piece of literature through use of metaphor but it not quite working - hence the slightly disjointed imagery here. The idea is that the lady in this poem is an allegory of the poem, but I am using imagery and metaphor to describe her (and therefore, indirectly, the poem). She's an idol in the sense of the narrator being absolutely obsessed with describing her; but adulterous because so many descriptions have been used by many other people before. And so on.
Too pretentious perhaps? Any suggestions will be gratefully received.




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