Dangle
Opportunity does not knock,
But squirms upon a hook
And she is fish enough to bite;
Shiny silver hypnotizing,
Pretty dancer mesmerizing;
Barbed silky promise worm,
Tasty indulgence;
Haven't eaten in years.
The sparkle-maybe dangles
Fetchingly fearful,
Seductive wiggle of
Coquettish possibility;
Untouched as a new Bible
Sultry as Flamenco,
It was meant be had.
It was meant for her.
It is so delicious;
It is all she ever wanted,
And she swallows it whole.
posted by Lydia | 9:21 AM
3 Comments:
love the words you picked for this one, Lyds. would love backstory. you know how i is.
Thanks. It just sort of happened. I was thinking about how maddening it is that when you take one path, it generally means you are forsaking another for all time, and the opportunities you jump at will lead you inexorably to a destination that you probably don't expect, and in hindsight, might not want. Life, unfortunately, has no undo button. That pisses me off. So this started out as a sonnet but I got tired halfway through and just started freewriting, and voila.
I love it. Was thinking similar thoughts these days. Your analogy is delicious.
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