…I might as well….
UPDATE:
It is done. Although… only Browning knows what link death will ensue….
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Indeed, do not put a ‘0’ in the “Tag Cloud” widget:
The widget in question is no longer limited to 75 elements. I have mentioned this before, whereabout I decided to limit its size to 30 which presents a roughly square shape. Still, I will amend my prior statement all the while conducting an experiment: Do not put a ‘0’ in the “Tag Cloud” widget unless you place it last, as it will render all other widgets unfathomably far down–virtually unreachable.
UPDATE BELOW:
Long answer to RLK….
My! All that from a short note (for me) on haiku!
Oddly striking in all of this: most of my poetry is freeverse, just not what I choose to publish. Early on though, my sonnet writing began. And, because I was emulating/idolizing great writers I most admired, and because my dearest loves it so, I began using (however imperfectly) Elizabethan and Early Modern English. Even then, I found my way to more modern English. You will see it here and there represented. Older forms of English can be more difficult because of the syllabic changes in verb conjugations. As such, modern English is rather more flexible which, of course, is why I use the more difficult form. Besides the obvious, it’s the greater challenge.
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Sonnet: Utopia
O Let us rant, O young, for soon we die,
Too old to matter, let us have our say;
For soon enough, your will your hand shall try;
Time cometh soon that might you have your day.
If you succeed, you’ll not respect the dead,
But jeer and mock us all within our graves;
But old are we, who’ve seen so many tread,
And end, as ill, their chosen path as slaves.
So time and time again, your plans will fail;
But ne’er will you remember how we warned;
By then, our warning will to no avail;
Nor, of us, memory, but were we scorned.
If honest, you would scorn yourselves as well;
Deep down, this brave new world, you knew were Hell.
Intro: Let us rant
Let us rant, you young,
for soon enough we will die,
too old to matter.
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Sonnet: And to My Sweetheart
When once I, joyous, dreamt mye day with thee,
Inside thy window, slept, as waned our day
Without; by a veranda on the sea
To air and heart, as opened sweet, this night.
As such, it waxeth cool; its peace, and poise,
And stopt in time, so perfect, did it stay
To let, as any young man’s dream enjoys’,
The wind, so gentle wafteth, in its flight;
And moonlight, as she shone in gentle state;
And stars so faint they, light years, gleam away,
Blow quiet, once so borne, and dream create.
And gently, as I sleep and dream, alight
They take–as by thee touched, so faraway,
As wouldst, caressed by mee, thou make delight.
Intro: To Björn; Here, Find Minima and Maxima
as i slept
just inside
by a veranda
open to the sea
on a cool night
just right
to let
the wind
and moonlight
and the stars
blow quietly
past me
caressing
as i slept
David Emeron: Sonnets 