Submission

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Reason flees this season

as treason subsides

and goodness revives

upon a breeze of adhesion

that blows my mind discretely 

to you, and now I'm glued.

Comfort becomes me

as I swoon and you

become my little spoon.

A little too soon

to be strewn across

this bloom of assumed 

attraction and stripped of

this cocoon -

but by noon, that ruin

I was became fine tuned.

The transacation transpired

with no transition,

like a tranquilizer in transit

you entered my system

and now the negative is in

remission as you coax

my mind into submission,

chasing away superstition,

and lighting the way with your vision.

I am urged to re-emerge 

as this surge of electricity

emerges and purges me

of urges that repetitively upset me.

Its a concentrated conversion

that calmly conserves

and preserves me.

Quickly and quietly now,

you quirks make work

of me and perk me up

from mercury to steel

as you steal the ill from me

and clean the murk from me.

For once I feel clear,

I can hear again.

After mere moments

I feel peerless again.

 


Submitted: November 01, 2020

© Copyright 2020 Fayren Meric. All rights reserved.

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Ann Sepino

Amazing poem! You're so great at this type of rhyming scheme. Thanks for once again publishing something that everyone can enjoy.

Thu, November 5th, 2020 1:15am

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