Poetry in Motion:

Every once in a while I will publish a poem to frame my emotions into some perspective, in hopes of untwisting my twisted soul, and/or assert my human face.  They may get dark, so I welcome comments that will help me understand my life within them.

This is my attempt at the poetic form Pantoum.

Twisted

When in youth, life’s mercurial tone began to bind within me
In an ironic temperament which I cruelly engrossed with vigor.
She became disturbingly kindred—my Annabel Lee—oh can’t you see!
It’s a twisted obsession that grew obstinately bigger.

In an ironic temperament which I cruelly engrossed with vigor,
It is she, who flusters my flaws which crestfallen I unwillingly cherish;
It’s a twisted obsession that grew obstinately bigger,
Just like a fetish that festers: it is gaudy and garish.

It is she who flusters my flaws, which crestfallen I unwillingly cherish,
As she thrills with troubles the dreams I incoherently share.
And just like a fetish, that festers—it is gaudy and garish,
As I tangle—twisting, in the sinews of this nightmare.

As she thrills with troubles the dreams I incoherently share—
Unbiased from nocturnal or diurnal—she never minds.
As I tangle, twisted, in the sinews of a nightmare,
Whence I chime, sublime—I wring from the vines of my whines.

Unbiased from nocturnal or diurnal, she never minds,
When in youth life’s mercurial tone began to bind within me—
Whence I chimed, sublime—I wring from the vines of my whines,
As she’s become disturbingly kindred—my Annabel Lee—can’t you see?

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