(Warning: May contain spite.)
Solemn opening with a particular visual object
that is symbolic
Emotional complexity builds, gloomy and relentless.
There will be no exclamation points in this poem.
The object has increasing feeling for
the narrator, and is sexual, but also bleak
No need for feeling and passion here,
this is art.
No room for that in poetry anymore.
A highly enigmatic and quiet, desolating ending
that leaves the reader amused and vaguely
Conor Crockford, USA