Sometimes…

words across a page
are stretched and pulled
or lopped instead

tortured on Procrustes’ bed
blood and body duly shed

sacrificed ‘til they become
a worthy fit
embracing shore

at last at home becoming moored
rescued in the sought for poem

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Very imaginative likening of the poet's shaping of words to the acts of the mythological psychopath Procrustes, who lopped off his victims' limbs to make them fit his iron bed. Also like the way you worked so much meaning into such a brief piece. Actually, my vision of torture is the pouting muse who tantalizes word addicts with her absence.

[Isola]

Yes, truly, torture finds many modes of expression! I am happy you enjoyed my poem and stopped by to let me know. Thank you!

[RomeroNYC]

The thing about reading a good poem is that sometimes no other words are really left, as it speaks for itself. This is a good poem, I have to say nonetheless.

[Isola]

I appreciate your thoughtful words, kind poet.