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Submission for Living Poetry Week of Feb 12, 2023
Oil of Synchronicity:Seduction
Her life was run on the oil of synchronicity,
seduced by the seduction of abstract hypotheses.
The moons and ebbs of tides,
swoop in like thunderclaps
racing in on wing'ed lightning bolts,
capturing energy,
wiping out synergy,
till she huddles in a pile of her own failure,
tucking up her toes to avoid the floods,
admiring and condemning
the rain soaked
howling at her gate.
My life was run on the oil of synchronicity,
skewed by the seduction of abstract hypotheses.
The moons and ebbs of tides,
swoop in like thunderclaps
racing in on wing'ed lightning bolts,
capturing energy,
wiping out synergy,
till she huddles in a pile of her own failure,
tucking up her toes to avoid the floods,
admiring and condemning
the rain soaked
howling at her gate.
Some killer metaphors charge
Some killer metaphors charge this emotional storm with mesmerizing beauty and impact. A worthy submission! So good to read you again.