Am I Defined?.....

I am a poem that makes no sense.
Read and reread me,Â
turn me over in your head...
Speak me aloud.
Search for my inner meaning...my glossary of terms.
Through words picture me by the waters edge,Â
stepping through the rhythmic percussion of the waves,
pushing against the living undercurrent
whose grasping,icy fingers claw at my naked skin,
seeking a hand hold to draw me to the unfathomable depths.
see me stand my ground and return to shore,
dishevelled but unbeaten.
I am that novel with an unwritten end.
Enigmatic,
troubling,
thought provoking,
but kept on your nightstand...
The darker corners of my life bent over
like a lazy bookmark
hiding secretsÂ
in the script beneath.
Am I the dark raven nevermore to appear
in your dreams?
Do I confuse and confound you?
Will you look for meaning between lines?
Will you remember me as a repetitious verse
recanted like a holy chant?
I never found the metre of life to slip
unseen and unexpected into your psycheÂ
but wandered âlonely as a cloudâ
merely seeking a bookshelfÂ
to grow dusty on.
Written in conjunction with Lodigiana..in fact pretty much mostly Lodi!Â
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We did pretty well there I think hun! xx
Lodigiana
Thank you so much..really appreciate your views