Tag: sonnet
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14 August: A Modern Sonnet (edited)
Note: I wasn’t happy with this, so I’ve tinkered with the stanzas. Only Ourselves, A Modern Sonnet Someone said heaven is in these hills.Valhalla, too, though it’s had its fill ofplundering a girl’s milk white flesh. But last rites were said, forgive his mess,him laid out flat, fingers interlaced as ifpleading, Please God take this…
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Duplex Sonnet
Silken Dust stretches the air like silk,Up in the loft, space for old things. Photos. Old papers of no importance.Winter clothing. A rocking horse. School books with their little words.A million little words. My red shoes.I danced in them once. I haven’t danced in years.It was a time on the edge. There’s a mystic quality…
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