Polyambiguity

No punctuation to add to the confusion

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Here’s a plastic thought

Another daydream for the heap

No molded rhyme this time

Just a smooth sheet of metaphor

Overstretched and gaping allusion

A wrapper for recycled thoughts

And polymemories

Uniquely malformed

A filmy single-use example

Of want degrading love

While time erodes will

For me to wrap my head around

And suffocate

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Reviews

[Bhuyanshi Talukdar]

Your poem is a beautiful exploration of the way that our thoughts and memories can become distorted over time, like a piece of plastic that has been stretched too thin. Your use of language is both evocative and thought-provoking, and I found myself feeling deeply moved by the emotions you convey. The line "A filmy single-use example of want degrading love" is especially powerful - it's a reminder of the way that our desires can sometimes lead us to make choices that we later regret.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading! :)

[Arundass TP]

ABeautiful psychological poem. Good work 👍

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Arundass! :)

[Laz K.]

This poem throws the reader into a whirlpool of thoughts and emotions: a restless, frustrated turning around an invisible center that pulls everything in its vicinity deep down under the surface where one suffocates. it's quite ride...:)

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Laz! :)

[Miss Sharon]

Wowser. That last line packs a punch. ~Sharon

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Sharon! :)

[Brad Dehler]

Very good. It is a tightly wound wonderment that unravels and surprises at the end. Good work Mattavelli. I enjoyed the steps and intricacies. The plastic platitudes then turning dark. What a twist. Wrap my head around that one.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Brad! :)

[Lonicera]

I feel the rhythm is very good yet more like a jazz erratic beat due to the purpose of no punctuation. I find this oddly fits you from the review you left me and I enjoyed reading this and look forward to read more of your work.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Lonicera! :)

[Ken e Bujold]

not as confusing as you might think Matt. the opening line may read plastic, but the poem itself has elasticity, more rubbery if you will, the more times you read, the deeper one wants to sink into the message. Great read

Ken e

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Ken! :)

[Ken e Bujold]

you very welcome quite enjoyed the read

[W. Barrett Munn]

I wanted to add a couple of things. It is good to see you move away from so much end rhyme but at the same time your rhymed poetry hints at really great poets like Keats and Yeats. In that regard you are somewhat of an old soul. I hope you can find your genuine self.
Winston

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading this again, Winston, and for the thought you’ve given to my poems. I enjoy writing rhythmic rhymes, because it gives my mind something to work on throughout the day. And, the writing with complex patterns and smooth meaning is my favorite to read. This poem is a splat of paint and twist of the brush that hates itself. I think there is beauty in its ugliness, if I hadn’t written it, I wouldn’t bother trying to find its meaning.

[W. Barrett Munn]

I am serious that your rhyming is quite sophisticated. If you haven’t done so, you might want to read Yeats or Donne.
W

[Ken e Bujold]

I agree with Winston, your rhymes are exquisite. I also understand your sentiment about using traditional forms to discipline yourself and your writing. I was there once myself, and still use that process to this day, quite often beginning with a structured form before paring it down to its core.
I am a real fan of what I have read of yours to date

ken e

[CLR9]

Pretty dumb poem. Going for a polyamorous/polymer bit. I get it. But what bugs me is you look like a guy that gets blueballed by fat chicks after having spent $50 on a half assed dinner date at Applebee's. Then when you drop her off, you try to awkwardly kiss her like that dude in that crappy '90s blind date show that says "It's your life. Take a chance." And then the girl just taps you on the shoulder. OWNED. I win. My poetry is superior. you lose. NEXT.

[mattavelli]

I’d offer you a digital hug, but you’d probable make my pixels sticky. Rage on. :)

[Melbourne Bound]

(Aw, Matt, why didn't you clue him in?!)

[W. Barrett Munn]

Mattavelli,
I appreciate the inventiveness of your diction. There is a fine line between clever and pointless but you managed to straddle it. An interesting poem.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, W! :)