gif link CRAZY MARY Carefree girl, at homestead safe, with her familyWhen 10, a flu stole her mom, in great agonyWhen 12, wild boar took her dad to hereafterWhen 14, sis ran away, not seen thereafter When 15, brother left for war, never to returnAlone, lived by chickens, snares, veggies – and she learnedBaker’s visits…
Category: sonnet
dVerse — MTB — Trust and Faith
Tuesday morning’s opened windows’ chill brushed ‘crost my cheek. A sigh released, relieved heat waved its way to scorch with oven gasped hush other hamlets; tender drum rains now beat. Wednesday night as shades are drawn a cold tale told as shawl weaves shadows round the moon’s glow Summer came too soon. Spring threw off…
dVerse — MTB — Cheating Shadows
Shadow’s long fingers move with sun’s shadow I parse your warm tanned lines with languid eye Shallow thoughts wander in summer shallows Why’s not a question I’m asking. Not why. Not where, as here. Not when, as now. No knot. Questions: how; how long. No other questions. Taut thrust’s dilection; practiced lessons taught Suggestions exhausted;…
dVerse — sonnet — Corona Spring
Corona Spring It’s Spring! They sing and dance amongst the green; Their eyes, they bounce; their noses suck the air; Bright hues their senses eat — beyond compare! Bullfrogs and birds and bumblebees convene. None will dispute this year’s the best heard keens Of chattered chips and hoots and croaks with dare; Amalgamate of sound…
OctPoWriMo2019 Day 12 — black — Prince Whom Darkness Prints
Prince Whom Darkness Prints Globe that twists and swirls the depths of globe Needle thrusts at heaven – dark’s needle. Wheedle built from Hell’s dev’lish wheedle Trove of darkness cached as treasure trove Wasted hungry fish, starved, thin-waisted Needs to consume light of life; black needs Freed shadow bites eats bleeds, evil freed Tastes…
Village Pastoral — revision 2 of 1
image link Village Pastoral * Here is the latest revision, using enjambment: * Each morn, sun’s rise, she passes a dog, long dead, bloated, rotting roadside; its sick stench, maggot’s perfume, cause ripe wretching and swoon. She prays for rain to wash it all away. * Town’s well; wives talk, pails rise, smiles fall,…
Sonnet to A Songwriter
SONNET TO A SONGWRITER I decided to write a sonnet to the so-often unsung heros of music, the composers, or songwriters. I tried put words to the process of creating a song, or what I would imagine the process would be like. This is a Shakespearean sonnet in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of…
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