Freeform Friday: Verse By Verse

Verse By Verse
by Belinda Roddie

What was once love has compounded itself
to dusty lust,
drawn by the scarcely paralyzing bliss.

Still, I feel no animosity against
the sleeping shadow
who cradles cheap words against her bosom
like dead stars.

Her shape arises here in the transparent mist,
and I can almost trace my own lineage
across her ribcage.

She has the face of her counterfeit queen,
and I, a mere minstrel,
can only serenade her with poetry
I did not write.

This was written using the Google Research tool Verse By Verse. The poets I took suggested lines from were Emily Dickinson and Walt Whitman.



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