Outta Sight
By Philip Sidney
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Behind the door,
in the dark,
under covers,
no one can see,
it’s just you and me -
and you don’t matta.
Along the street,
over the wall,
against a tree,
there’ll be no confession,
I’m above suspicion -
You’re the nutta.
Beneath contempt,
beside myself,
all guilt spent.
Between ourselves,
I’ve come to terms -
You’re too bitta.
Before you try,
beyond your limit,
no one hears,
no one cares,
down and out -
you’re in the gutta.
Deep within,
start again,
find a voice,
inside yourself,
show the world -
What really happened.
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I like this too. But then
I like this too. But then again I'm an underdog kinda dog.
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I like it, too. It's written
I like it, too. It's written in a kind of 'don't give, Mate!' throwaway voice - dark, but there's humour in the style, as well.
I particularly enjoyed the rhythm and the '..tta' words.
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Hi Philip
Hi Philip
This is a very complex and interesting poem. I see it as a person arguing with their conscience - trying to justify what they did - and yet I think there is more to it than that.
Jean
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Speaks volumes to me. Tina
Speaks volumes to me.
Tina
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I think I really like this,
I think I really like this, but I'm not sure. Are there two voices here or just one? If there are two, should they be separated? Regardless of that I do really like the structure and the directness. The whole does have a clear arc of narrative about it, and I like that aspect very much.
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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