Softly, softly (NaPoWriMo 2022 #22)

My poetry
doesn't try to fudge you up,
well,
not in the usual way.

My poetry
doesn't
Urge you to
violently voice
your instincts
And unleash a torrent of primal ecstasy.

No,
My poetry
is far more insidious
and subtle.

It tries to make you feel
tries to make you reflect,
turning to face
the spectres
of your emotions
and sense of self
that hover on the edge
of consciousness.

Eliciting soft spoken senses
of moments,
in half remembered
and half formed
Memories
that waver on the edge of thought.

Fleeting twinges
that pluck lightly at the soul's strings
with a shadowy sense
of fading wistfulness,
that nag in the mind
slowly over time
enough to illicit something
in snippets that pang
with feeling
In a fast automated instant world.

Softly, softly,
evoke the inner monkey.