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Life without Parole
PaleHorse

It’s visiting time, again.
 1
You’ve offered to call him up on his cell
 2
So that when he speaks, you can be captive
 3
To his baritone voice. That sweet release
 4
That only comes now, while you’re at a bar
 5
Blunted in a glass of scotch like an inmate.
 6
 
 
But he’s trapped inside his cell.
 7
Jailed to a vow that prevents his release.
 8
Shackled, ball and chain; this contrite inmate
 9
Petitions for you to approach the bar
 10
To hear his pleas. He longs to be captive
 11
In your solitary chambers, again.
 12
 
 
You seek to grant him release.
 13
So like a missionary at a bar
 14
You pay visit to his prison, again
 15
Hoping he’ll be less like a captive
 16
And more like that dormitory inmate
 17
On a Disneyland animated cell.
 18
 
 
But now he’s gone and raised the bar.
 19
He’s no longer acting like a captive
 20
He’s Hannibal Lecter, roaming his cell,
 21
Hungry to taste the face of his inmate
 22
Companion. And you can’t do it again,
 23
For you’ve already squeezed off your release.
 24
 
 
And now you are held captive
 25
As you seek to pacify this inmate
 26
Who sees you ‘tween his pen and his release.
 27
‘Cause he doesn’t mind butchering again -
 28
Because divorcing himself from this cell
 29
Is the fastest way to get to the bar.
 30
 
 
Suddenly you’re the inmate,
 31
Disbelieving you wound up here again.
 32
Because you had purposed yourself to bar
 33
The prospect of love in an empty cell.
 34
Yet being locked up is a sweet release
 35
With this convict whose heart holds you captive.
 36
 
 
In this guarded cell, you grab ahold of his bar
 37
And let go of the release that holds you captive,
 38
To share your sentences with this inmate again.
 39

19 Feb 16

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A Scot Irish chick says she loves it so
 — unknown

The title alone gives me heart burn
 — sylvia

a lot of slide and release going on here. :-O
 — unknown

I'm sure you will appreciate the fact that this may take more than one or two comments to cover all my thoughts.

A dozen reads and each time something rings clearer, hits home or hits me in the face.
1-6 is such a crafty introduction. Alluring, suggestive in all its tortuous glory.

Lines 10-12 were the most gripping, stirring a somewhat empathetic, yet lustful response within me. You must've triggered something.

13-18 contain snippets of memory, visitations or photographs exchanged between them. I sensed a rescuer doing her work, or the perception of a rescuer, though there is no rescuer involved. Not anymore.

19-24 is where it gets chilling. I feel his power as the reversal of roles takes efffect, putting the antagonist in danger of losing control. Control of what? Self, love, laws, morals...

26-30 is a piece in itself that blows my mind in metaphorical genius.
31-36, well, how can that not make one (me) ache a little. The err, failure and shame it eludes to, for me anyway, as I delve into layers of past and meaning.

The tercet, well I have a couple of different feelings and resolves surrounding that. Not sure which one I like, for one is rather sad.

You killed this. I could never pound that kind of substance into a sestina.
 — jenakajoffer

I've never experienced a poem quite like this before.
Thank you :)
 — jenakajoffer

I've never written a sestina before.
 — PaleHorse

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