Under Kafka's Eyes

Rating: 3.7

Bound in lace,
First snow,
Nothing to offer
But that destined to
Bring rejection.
His ravenous gaze,
Fearing satisfaction.
Both ends of
The magnet.
To clutch, to discard;
Construct, destroy;
Repulsion
Pulsing pink,
Rising and roiling
Red waters
His sin swept soul
Revels before revulsion.
She walks home
Cold and alone
Trailing detritus.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Max Reif 21 August 2005

You have strong images-'red waters' is very ominous. and the emotional closure of your poem is so powerful. A couple things were ambiguous for me on two quick readings-'fearing satisfaction', for example.

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