You are not often beautiful
With dials for eyes
And a sheaf
Of rolled up newspaper for a mouth.
I dwindle beneath the tread
Of your boots
And the clarity of those heel strikes
Is precisely calibrated
To the platitudes of my heart.
My designation being infinitesimal
Through inferior logic
Has given rise to regulations.
I live as a modron
An empty irregular suit
Lacing up your military boots
Polishing and wiping
The blood of which there is
Never enough to sate
Your malicious appetite.
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‘Not often beautiful’….suggests sometimes you are. I thought you did an excellent job Yves with this wordle challenging as it was.
I think everyone has their moments lol Thank you so much it was a challenging one!
I can see this as being written by a plebe or pledge at some military academy… As they are often told they are worthless until they complete some challenge or the whole program.
That is an intriguing perspective and I can see it as well!
This is spectacular….has an ominous ring to it.
Awwww wow thanks!
Deliciously interesting that malicious appetite !!
Thank you Leovi!
I can sense the pain and tension. And the imagery is intense.
A deeply felt piece. So well written.
Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment
And a sheaf / Of rolled up newspaper for a mouth.
I live as a modron / An empty irregular suit
Such creative words forming images that are so powerful, evocative – really fascinating – and it has multiple levels of interpretations that could be read here. Great work Yves. Brief and yet so striking. 🙂
Thank you I enjoyed writing this one, once I hit the newspaper line I was committed haha I wasn’t sure if I would succeed at this Wordle when I started