Dragnet

[continuation]

Bruised jaw-- set
Unkempt head of brunette hair,
Turning to face the memoirs of poetic unity
With witty contempt

The fine lines of lyrical finesse,
A mirror into which I glance
Only to see my green eyes,
Jaundice with jealousy

Your praise seeping into my bones
Spoils my splendor
Your voice amplifies,
When I eavesdrop on your affairs

Yes, I have tasted love
Should I let that admiration grow sour?
Condemning it to control my rage?
Though, soft and melodic you remain...

Affixed by our affinity
Egged on by my insanity
Consistent infidelities
I am caught in a dragnet

[dwells]

Poets and prophets, musicians and miscreants, artists of every ilk avoid. Ne'er do wells all; scalawags and scoundrels to be scorned. Every parents' worst nightmare personified in our fatal attractions perhaps, eh Quin? An enigmatic and magnetic characterization maybe. The choices we make and the things we forsake along the way. Cheers! - Dan

[everhopeful]

There's a very peppy rhythm to this one which is particularly credible in a free-versed OM piece, and a theme which I'm sure many poets will relate to. I think the nature of poetry can, at times, be a little voyeuristic, especially when we're looking in on something we either wish we'd wrote or wish we were a part of. I get a strong sense of a speaker who feels very much like they're on the outside, looking in with mixed emotions; admiration tinged by jealousy, which triggers self-deprecation.
I particularly enjoyed the imagery used in this one, it's detailed enough to create a sense of intimacy within the poem and offer its own window where others can peer in, and the final stanza was really excellent, so punchy and concise while leaving us in situ, with the emotion unresolved - because not everything should be resolved in the walls of the poem.

[sparky21737]

I think this is really awesome, doubly so seeing as it is an OM piece. I too feel this piece is about reading or looking on something and wishing that you yourself were the author or maybe feeling that you can't write as well as someone else kind of thing. Well written and thanks for sharing

Sparky