Hinterland

Hinterland

A Poem by Laura Lynn

Hinterland

Everyone, I’ll shout it’s never enough works,
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ot for urban, densely populated jerks.
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oday, the action is dull, I can hear.
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isible children are waiting for fear
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f not pleasing their elders quite enough;
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he truth is rougher, humor off the cuff.
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scape love, escape brilliant kiss, I asked
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emote from relationship to outlast
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egions, to outlast previous loves, to seek
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cquiescent and pretty feathers, a sheik’s

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nthusiasm could have kept me as his own.
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o one should keep me but what about my son?
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oo old the pattern of the deciduous
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ncommon lovely princes amorous
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omeone took them by their ties these men (of yore)
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sought life for me and myself alone, poor
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dvice from churches diving me into grave
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orrow, showing me less and less how to save
M
yself from myself; and now I vegetate.
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ne of my dreams is to jump from state to state.

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pileptic fits from the diagnosed girl.
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ulling a fire alarm, a rustic churl
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s living off the land completely able
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ucifer was just a smokescreen, his fable
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ligible for other characters each
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horoughly good or evil yet out of reach.
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his fantasy must stop every day because
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can’t figure out why I’m writing this clause,
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urtains keep the night sky out.  This chair is nice.
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f course it’s bland to see nothing, of either strength or vice



Either strength or vice.  It would be nice to be
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uizzed by that man, to imagine that he
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nderstood me and what I wanted to be
(I
n his house,) to feel desired, to not be thrown
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ike trash to a painted curb. He wears a crown.
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little less praise for how nice the steady
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ired man is laboring, each day heady
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quilateral triangles like perfume
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eplenish architect’s imaginations

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r like honeysuckle, drenched, a sensation, to exhume


© 2014 Laura Lynn


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Your writing is a cluster of ideas but somehow they all compliment each other in the weirdest way and just work. From whimsical fantasy to the closer then home reality your words echo truths and buckle the reader up for an adventure. Hinterland seems like a mind many would care to explore, but how many would understand the true beauty of its complexity. I love this kind of poem it just gets me thinking and interpreting so many things.

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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA



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