tailor STATELY
10-20-2010, 01:28 AM
~~~~~Thoughts on Poetry~~~~~
Sometimes prose is a rose is a rose
and poems flowery dee-dum, dee-dum-dees
But the verse I love above all the rest
Is one that sets one's spirit free
Free to explore beyond one's sensibilities
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~~Of Sonnets, Couplets, Rhyme, and Trees~~
Write first of the trees, their lives, their loves
their philosophies
Then dare to compose with stricture, or none
Parse each verse, testing every line
Be elegant, eloquent with your words
Loquacious if you desire
Write for yourself, for your love, again for the trees
Lastly, ever lastly, for the critique
Let eternity bear the final test
of whether you've wasted your time, or no, on your tome
And then maybe rhyme
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~~~Elf~~~
Futile, it seemed, my errand casting for sign
This dingle of tree and fern obscurity
Brought me to all but cry in anguished resign
Visions of visceral haste still mocking me
O my sweet færie maid, tarried err too long
By sweet-water's falls to a hippogriff fell
That nightmarish beast with brazen claw of song
As loath a beast this side of a demon's hell
Lo ! a feather, another; there ! a print by
Clearly marking the way to perdition's den
Then in a tangle of pipal trees I spied
The hippogriff gorging on foul carrion
Beast roused from its lair with a perfervid roar
Thrice I struck with shafts; fallen, fell beast no more
:tailor STATELY
Sometimes prose is a rose is a rose
and poems flowery dee-dum, dee-dum-dees
But the verse I love above all the rest
Is one that sets one's spirit free
Free to explore beyond one's sensibilities
.
.
.
~~Of Sonnets, Couplets, Rhyme, and Trees~~
Write first of the trees, their lives, their loves
their philosophies
Then dare to compose with stricture, or none
Parse each verse, testing every line
Be elegant, eloquent with your words
Loquacious if you desire
Write for yourself, for your love, again for the trees
Lastly, ever lastly, for the critique
Let eternity bear the final test
of whether you've wasted your time, or no, on your tome
And then maybe rhyme
.
.
.
~~~Elf~~~
Futile, it seemed, my errand casting for sign
This dingle of tree and fern obscurity
Brought me to all but cry in anguished resign
Visions of visceral haste still mocking me
O my sweet færie maid, tarried err too long
By sweet-water's falls to a hippogriff fell
That nightmarish beast with brazen claw of song
As loath a beast this side of a demon's hell
Lo ! a feather, another; there ! a print by
Clearly marking the way to perdition's den
Then in a tangle of pipal trees I spied
The hippogriff gorging on foul carrion
Beast roused from its lair with a perfervid roar
Thrice I struck with shafts; fallen, fell beast no more
:tailor STATELY