The Needle’s Eye
I threaded a new poem.
The Needle’s Eye
Squeeze damp words Until no truths remain Fallen drops Dissolving conflict Tighten throat so compressed lips Emit false refrains To sustain portent Of worlds enclosed by hypocrisy Painted for posterity In self-preservative Mask removed Outside cracked nails Scour for sanity Amongst tattered reality Pretend the impossible Take only what’s needed What counts as right Save tortuous fight Healing is later Accept harm for now Trust in a promise Salvage a conscience Survive this one life
That's quite enigmatic. Which is probably half the point of course. I've read it at least 5 times already and I am still not entirely sure what's going on.
Then again, proper poetry doesn't always need to tell the reader what's going on. Sometimes it is simply the rhythm and cadence of the words that do it. The reader will - if discerning - assume there is *something* going on, like some kind of meaning I mean, even if there isn't any. In which case, the poet has done their work well.
So I would say you did your work well, Sir.