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Like sunshine filtered through unseasoned leaves
Sweet life lent me a dream amidst its sway,
Though often betrothed dreamers and thieves
And so alike the eve and the dawn of day,
Yet the wistful heart did spin me a tale
On her countenence and her childish voice,
The fearless feather quill which served the frail
Wove charming fables to my mind's rejoice,
And wishful my soul to absurdly hope
For a future born of evanescence,
And how naive I was to briskly elope
Fair fiction's act of masterful pretense,
Alas everyday love! What be your end
Except these sonnets that poets have penned?
Sweet life lent me a dream amidst its sway,
Though often betrothed dreamers and thieves
And so alike the eve and the dawn of day,
Yet the wistful heart did spin me a tale
On her countenence and her childish voice,
The fearless feather quill which served the frail
Wove charming fables to my mind's rejoice,
And wishful my soul to absurdly hope
For a future born of evanescence,
And how naive I was to briskly elope
Fair fiction's act of masterful pretense,
Alas everyday love! What be your end
Except these sonnets that poets have penned?
Literature
Everything You Borrowed
On Sunday afternoon,
after exiting the church,
you plucked the sun from the sky
and hid it in your palms
so that when I held your hands
they would no longer be cold.
When Monday night arrived
you snatched every single star
and used my tears to make
a necklace.
Tuesday's empty dawn shone
through the cracks of the door--
you stole the promise of what
could never be
and draped it around my shoulders.
After Wednesday's twilight passed,
you grabbed the clouds
and wove a tapestry of lies
that I hung on the walls
of my prison.
Thursday crept through us
on silent tiptoes,
waiting for us to take notice--
instead, we merely waited
for midnight to
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Midnight Thought Process
Perhaps the trees live so long because they have no idea how long they've been around.
I stood with my wine glass and cigarette staring into the night as I heard the sound of fireworks, I wondered if the giant tree before me knew it was new years. There is nothing different from 11:59 to 12:00 yet we feel like it's a world away, because we judge many things in time, and we keep track of time in years.
I sat hugging a pillow, watching a 4 month old baby sleeping during his dream-feed and I wondered if the baby knew it was a boy. There is nothing different from a boy baby and a girl baby yet we feel like we have to define them because we judg
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What I Lost
“I lost a finger,” Dolph proclaimed in a manner of startling, distant normality to his father, who had just ghosted by him into the kitchen to find something. His father paused like a clogged clock and spun suddenly on a hinge to see and confirm, and Dolph held up his hand to reveal his organic matter’s metallic replacement. “It’s just the pinky one.”
His father sluggishly pulled up a chair and printed sentences and fragments streamed from the printing compartment on his patchwork-junk face which Dolph had labored so fiercely to build and jumpstart over three years ago. Dolph reached for the re
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I decided to challenge *tatterdemalioncandle to a Shakespearean sonnet writing bout. She finished hers in no time at all, and it is in all honesty, a beautiful piece; do check it out (Here's the link: [link]). Mine took slightly longer, but here it is.
Please enjoy and critique!
Please enjoy and critique!
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Overall Vision Originality Technique ImpactForgive me for giving a low score on vision, but I'll be fairly honest - I don't get it....
While its rhythm was without a doubt very well maintained - I could hear Dylan Thomas reciting this oratory with satisfaction, since its approach is similar in depth and scope as a Dylan Thomas poem - I couldn't find anything in this particular poem that.... not exactly appealed to me, so much as it left a... picturesque sense to me.
I usually don't give low critique (and particularly your works which are well written) but here, because I didn't understand it, I couldn't gauge the subtle meanings of the sonnet - it simply passed through my head.
Conclusion reached: Write a synoptic summary as a seperate deviation which is linked back to this Sonnet. It'll help a lot - by providing references through which one can guide themselves towards the direction of (or the signs and symbols alluded in) this poem.
Again, I'm really sorry for the low critique - I didn't get it, that's all.