I Took Too Long to Choose a Metaphor

I'd planned to say I was a fly,
But quickly saw some flaws in that.
Conceited so, I could have flown,
And had from her, from my
Desire. How? A problem for
A fly. From what, a sticky tongue
Or web? The latter made my love
A spider, nasty thought and too
Cliched, the former had her as
A frog, a kinder image, I suppose,
But can a fly escape from one?
Perhaps I'd be Odysseus, and
She a siren; not so bad. I'd sailed
My ship beyond her voice, but,
In the end (which means today),
I found myself ensnared again,
By tongue or song. What does
It matter? I no longer fly.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-12-01 at 18:21

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