Amidst the long sought after font of lore,
A spirit sweet and ripe as blossom’d flow’rs
Resides to fill the sun’s oft’-fleeting hours
While glist’ning waters of the spring outpour
Faint youth that’s free to dream, to love, adore.
Rich laughter rings from bluebells in the bow’rs
Whilst cherries drop from limbs before they sour.
Such saccharine youth ne’er dragged up on the shore.
Yet stems and leaves fall silent, quick to ash
As heavy blackouts fall to close the show.
Upon the flow’r who finds her fault to drowse
The sickle swift that deigns to show shall pass
While bearing no mercy, the blad cuts mis’ry and woe.
Unripe and rotten flow’rs collapse in bows.
--MRS 11/19/08
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Creative Writing Class
Couplet - Dactylic Tetrameter
Falling from parachutes back where I’m bound…
Falls never hurt. It’s just meeting the ground.
Tercet – Iambic Tetrameter
Old, secret secrets, sealed in ink,
no man who holds the key can tell.
And so forever they’re untold.
Quatrain – Anapestic Tetrameter
For our special today, we are dishing it out.
Try the sarcasm served with a side of self-doubt.
We can shatter self-confidence—used or brand new.
Simply give us a call and we’ll bring it to you.
Villanelle
November 21, 2008
In my whispering frame I forever will stay.
Will you join in our dance through the dark corridors?
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
Come and spin with the skits that are dancing so gay
On the damp, once familiar, now echoing floors.
In my whispering frame I forever will stay.
Before the ball closes all shall fade to gray.
If you can, before Sun, make your way to the doors,
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
When the sun never sleeps, it’s always yesterday
And I’m trapped! Trapped in ignition boards.
In my whispering frame I forever will stay.
The quartets, so enticing, now wouldn’t you say?
The musicians forget to catch anymore
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
Once sealed with oil, some presumed to portray
Dancing souls, frozen mid-waltz evermore.
In my whispering frame I forever will stay
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
-MRS
Falling from parachutes back where I’m bound…
Falls never hurt. It’s just meeting the ground.
Tercet – Iambic Tetrameter
Old, secret secrets, sealed in ink,
no man who holds the key can tell.
And so forever they’re untold.
Quatrain – Anapestic Tetrameter
For our special today, we are dishing it out.
Try the sarcasm served with a side of self-doubt.
We can shatter self-confidence—used or brand new.
Simply give us a call and we’ll bring it to you.
Villanelle
November 21, 2008
In my whispering frame I forever will stay.
Will you join in our dance through the dark corridors?
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
Come and spin with the skits that are dancing so gay
On the damp, once familiar, now echoing floors.
In my whispering frame I forever will stay.
Before the ball closes all shall fade to gray.
If you can, before Sun, make your way to the doors,
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
When the sun never sleeps, it’s always yesterday
And I’m trapped! Trapped in ignition boards.
In my whispering frame I forever will stay.
The quartets, so enticing, now wouldn’t you say?
The musicians forget to catch anymore
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
Once sealed with oil, some presumed to portray
Dancing souls, frozen mid-waltz evermore.
In my whispering frame I forever will stay
For it’s soon we’ll awake to the end of our day.
-MRS
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