Fret

She hits me constantly

Each moment a new wave

Of why, should, ought.

Each new worry wears my stone

Each fret I get a little higher strung

Each new critique gnaws my bone

Weakeness sloughs off

Thus my soul is polished

My edge honed

https://dversepoets.com/2019/06/17/quadrille-82-fretboard-of-poetry/

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16 thoughts on “Fret

  1. Wow, Eric, you’ve fretted your quadrille so beautifully! That’s what relationships do to us. I love the structure and wordplay of the lines:
    ‘Each fret I get a little higher strung
    Each new critique gnaws my bone’
    and the imagery of a soul polished and an edge honed.

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      1. And you did it! This one really hits me, it is zactly where my relationship is now, more interested with being happy than polished, but we don’t always get to choose.

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  2. OM God Beauty
    Of ‘Her’ Nagging
    Almost 30 Years
    NoW KeePinG iT
    iN Ages Us Same
    BiKiNi Age.. at 49..
    NaG all she wants
    Beauty.. YeS.. i WiLL Reap NoW
    GreaTesT PoeTry MusE oF aLL..
    No Frets
    Diamond
    Polished
    Legs Just Legs..
    Never Lose sight
    Behind her still.. hehe..;)

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