"Wax and Wane"

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"Wax And Wane"

Sprigs of something
Surrounding sanity.
Keeping crassness
Caged, controlled.
(wax and wane grow like grain)

Robes of redness
Wrapping ‘round.
Quickly, quietly
Quelling quality.
(wax and wane distorts a brain)

What was wonderful,
Waspish world?
Knew no nectar
Knows no name.
(wax and wane life’s grand bane)

Wax and wane,
By each new moon?
Seems so sane,
Seems so soon.

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***Big kudos to the first person to figure out MY intended theme for this poem (it's really ambiguous and could go ANY way, as most poems do, but I did have a certain thing in mind when I wrote it)***

 

[h_carnahan]

I liked the poem alot it was very different and as you said it goes soo many ways.

***Big kudos to the first person to figure out MY intended theme for this poem (it's really ambiguous and could go ANY way, as most poems do, but I did have a certain thing in mind when I wrote it)***

My guess, bikini waxing! or at least thats what it made me think of instantly!

 

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My guess, bikini waxing! or at least thats what it made me think of instantly!

Oh wow...now that i re-read it with THAT in mind...YIKES. HAHAHA! Interesting interpretation

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