Fear: Reframed

Well, I wasn't going to post a second piece tonight.  Kind of wanted to get some feedback on the piece I posted earlier today, but this prompt over at form-for-all at D'Verse, was too good not to take a stab at it.

It's called Framed Couplets, and Gay's write-up is very good.  It's a form that, in short, uses nine syllables per line, where the couplet's first syllables rhyme as do their last ones.  It was one of those that seemed much easier before actually doing the writing, but aren't most of them though?  Anyhow, stop on over and check out this form, write one up and link up to D'Verse, but at the very least head on over and read the great pieces composed and linked up already.

Intrinsic qualities buried deep

Interesting syllabi’s slowly creep,

Sophistically washing love with shame,

Suffocating bliss with doubt and blame

Found are the fragments that still conceal

Foul thoughts protesting joy, reveal

Detaining crutches that hold us back,

Defining man, solely by his lacks

Variety and selection, are

Varicose to those afraid to start

Travails, shielding as not to betray

Troubled arteries alone and frayed

Moles

Moles

Burrow

Seeking

The

Moist

Dark

Morsels-out of reach-

The child

Enamored

By shiny things

The brat who would not share

The tempest that would soon ensue

The forgiveness

That shall take

All of a minute

Or spanning several years

A lifetime?

Moles

In-hiding from scary thoughts and scarier sights

Shell Game

I am just a shell,

Of who I was, once before,

Which in itself, was a shell too,

Of the man I could have always been,

To think of all I could have done,

All I could have accomplished then,

And the possibilities I’m not doing now,

A bitter regret as it first goes down,

Nausea blended with uneasiness,

Followed by an overwhelming,

Polarizing urge to change,

And I’ll feel good, while the feelings fresh and new,

But soon the warranty will expire,

And I’ll go back to doing what I do best,

Stagnancy and procrastination,

As the new found arc travels

From regret to desire to afterthought

And back to regret one more time,

All my life I’ve hunt and pecked,

For that slightest etch,

A life altering epiphany,

Some free flowing cosmic offering,

But now as it stands before me,

Staring, begging, encouraging,

I pause, I quake,

I sweat and shake,

I wait, I delay,

I approach then stop,

A nervous, delirious response,

I’m right there, and yet I’m still here,

Immobile and In hesitation,

Can’t disappoint, can’t make mistakes,

 If you forgo action and walk away,

Step to step, fully knowing,

The hands would move too fast,

But nonetheless help I wouldn’t ask,

I’d know the answer, yet I’d second guess myself,

And wind up choosing the empty shell

Immunity

Each is born with a trait,

Some nurture it, promoting growth,

Others do not water it, and waste the gift God gave to them,

I do neither, yet the trait remains the same,

I understand definitions,

But the meaning, the emotions,

I must pretend and watch, then follow others, silently in tow,

 Incoherency is all I hear,

As you whisper to my ear,

Others certainly would be seduced,

Instead I must ask what you spoke,

The majority of the who am I, doesn’t bother me,

The coldness seems to act as a guardian or a shield,

If others sentiments are interpreted as they were meant,

But without feelings, I am left unknowing,

And sadness if I could hold, its voice would unfold in such a scene,

You are here, and so am I, dote you do, oh so lovingly,

But then I catch an odd notion from your eyes,

As they understand this endearing tenderness

Means nothing to me