Not writing… Posted by David Emeron on Saturday, October 5th, 2019 …still, may write again. In any case, still here. Rate this:Share:FlattrMoreEmailFacebookLinkedInPinterestPocketPrintRedditTumblrTwitterLike Loading... Related
Goodness, I just might have to exert myself and awaken! (whisper)and hello, Gentle Mac(/whisper) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I bring no insult But a cup for your words to fill With sweet Shiraz You said you could always find me. You can start by reading your sonnets aloud to me for I may be lost in the words, my love. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
A challenge, my dear. What kind of a silk purse can you make out of this sow’s ear? Ah, my beloved, you sing through my blood. The very rightness of you drawing me forth from my solitude into the brightness of eternity. The tempo you set bringing me into your dance — into sync with the spheres of Heaven where gravity cannot hamper nor entropy defy me. LikeLike Reply
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Glad to know you are still around, Sir.
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Goodness, I just might have to exert myself and awaken!
(whisper)and hello, Gentle Mac(/whisper)
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Looking forward to you starting again
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I bring no insult
But a cup for your words to fill
With sweet Shiraz
You said you could always find me. You can start by reading your sonnets aloud to me for I may be lost in the words, my love.
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I miss your words, my love.
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Hope you start writing again soon sir <3
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A challenge, my dear.
What kind of a silk purse can you make out of this sow’s ear?
Ah, my beloved, you sing through my blood.
The very rightness of you drawing me forth from my solitude into the brightness of eternity.
The tempo you set bringing me into your dance — into sync with the spheres of Heaven where gravity cannot hamper nor entropy defy me.
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