I
usually attempt and succeed at writing some kind of sonnet to celebrate
Shakespeare’s birthday, but my mind cannot settle into the task tonight. You
get two disjointed poems and more prose than anything. We can’t all be the
Bard!
Happy
Birthday William and yes, thank you for your plays and many sonnets that
inspire me daily!
Much Ado About Something
Come,
come mist over
The
water raging
And
forth it goes
For
pages
The
flow of fast running words
That
tickle and trip forward
To
show past
In
this present picture to make
A
crack of open wounds and wonder
Our
eyes leak
In
recognition of our now
We
lean in
Come
and rest at this
Monument
of feels
Our
best meal
Satisfied
we leave
Overfull
and so very happy
Child ‘Hood
Deeper
than the deepest well
Comes
the toll of saddest bell
I
know not how to fell
A
permanent shade in my parts
Into
pitch black my heart
Is
thrown asunder
Under
a rooted memory
Calling
to me
When
I hear my friends
Who
also morn
The
passing
Of
a baby not born
Who
breathed not
Whose
cries were not heard
Or
briefly held
To
be taken
But
they all remain
So
close
We
miss them most
The
have-nots
With
us forever remain
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