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Diagramming Sentences

Did I forget the Ablative?

By Gerard DiLeoPublished 2 years ago • Updated 2 years ago • 1 min read
Subject, verb, and direct object, perverted by the subjunctive.

Love is a predicated verb

With dangling modifiers

Participially absurd

With prosaic desires

.

Love is a word

Monosyllabic, inciting

Alveolar but blurred

Liquid consonants inviting

.

Love is a mood, an appositive, indicative,

It recites imperatively substantive

When launched with a sortie of fricatives

It subjugates the declaratively imperative

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Love is an active verb, its subject subjective

And conjunctively subjunctive, disjunctive

Its direct object recursively inflective

And intuitively parenthetically presumptive

.

Love is a paragraph in the active voice

Direct address, rhetorically suggestive

But intoned, under the breath, in passive voice

Between the lines reads a voice, passive-aggressive

.

Love is a published genre of speculative fiction

Clauses of claws of labio-velar approximant

Love is reprinted as micro-non-fiction

Punctuated by sighed ellipses...of malar contentment

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Love is more difficult to diagram than sentences

Of life-without-the-possibility-of-parole

A life of tandem attachment and attendance

Whose sum adds more than the parts to the whole

.

Rhyming the morphemes of codependence

More pedantic than calligraphic italics

More serious than the expected consensual transcendence

More predictable than the font of the chagrinned and the tragic

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When love's regrets pronounce resentment imminent

And one begins to feel its message denominative

Each lover strikes out to be independently dissonant

But cannot escape becoming the predicate nominative

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Love takes no prisoners—only direct objects

Objects indirectly, objectively captured

Actions of commission on selective prospects

Bolded and quoted for the infectively raptured

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When love follows forked paths of least resistance

And comes to fruition in the epic poem risen

A new type of diction comes into existence

A new parlance, per se, lyrically written

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Love is the sharable word

Monosyllabic, wide, and tall

Towering over the ineffable, unheard

The unspoken that says it all

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    Written by Gerard DiLeo