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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. |
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Congratulations on winning [Link To Item #2093224] May 2024.](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Write_From_the_Heart-2121477_14.gif)  In Truth: Your BeautyI'll write you sonnets if your eyes will see. In beauty's hollow, words seem oft restrained, Unstructured toil, aimless, fails true glee, As meaning's essence cannot be explained. I'd run amok in fields of words with glee, Harvesting life's treasures, small and grand — Untidy dreams fall through my pockets free, Ceremonious, placed within your hand. Green-legged blooms in your tall glass are shoved. In well-sprung water, words commit my love. As heart-dedicated bouquets reveal, No better words will capture what I feel. In pure truth's essence, words may not suffice, But through this verse, a soul now pleads your voice. --- 5.22.24 14 lines, sonnet Took soul of a failed poem and made it the engine of a sonnet, in renewal. Nod to Keats’ visions, with a bit Shakespeare. Don’t read past… here////////// --- prison door --- //////////Inside asylum Either way…or both! Eloquently, I try to make you see. In dreams we’ve met, loved so perfectly. 1st draft ▼ iamb iamb iambic ~ still it comes... The summer burned our skin just like a torch Passions raged in shade of mother’s porch Smolder-steamed beneath the waterfall. Limbs entwined on grass with bodies sprawled. You know…you were there… A picnic set on grass would go to waste. Inside two mouths, sweet tongues spice-savored a taste. Our clothes came off…remember? Etc. etc. tired now ▼ |
| A Fine Mess Perfectly fine answers echo the room. Because, perfect IS the enemy of good. And it stands to reason, fine is associated with perfect, deemed better than merely good. Yet, the mere utterance of good as response suffices. Nowadays, perfect, alone, reigns supreme. So, why get all tangled up with fine? Their expression may be discarded as archaic. If perfunctorily pretentious perfect punctuates positive response, then fine and good go at each other. Good wins. Fine behaves as sniveling or sycophant little brother. Good be cool, modifies with merely, or not. The contentious pair had partnered as ‘fine goods’, yet few noticed or cared. They split when perfect hung around too often. Fine, then! Good, I hope you’re happy. Good merely split, while fine stood behind a perfect fool. Eventually there’d be scandal. Perfect retains status, speaks to the common good. Merely sidles up, time to time, seeing perfect union to soften long-held public perception. They sometimes coincide. Perfect, meanwhile, is elusive, vexing, could team with good and neither would care — come together or not. Merely fine might be seen together, when it’s discovered none are monogamous, let alone synonymous, to realize: none are perfect. 5.17.24 There is stuff I write, and there’s stuff I write. This is something I wrote, still and always working on. Hope its good enough for you. Or not. Its all good and fine? |
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Great poem, Brian.
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