Open Poetry #5 |
Fate's Regard |
Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
Fate's Regard The Lady Fate hath not a gentle touch, Her countenance but seldom waxes kind; She works her spell without regard for such Inconsequential things as human mind Or suffering of souls. With practiced hands, The blooming Maid doth spin her silken skein While vibrant youth flows through her grasp as sand, Then wavers to the Matron's ripened mein, Who, with her nimble fingers, winds the weave Of which the joy and grief of Man are made; Comes then the Crone, whose wizened digits reave The fated from their souls with scissored blade. Their threefold gaze hath not the care to see A single stitch in endless tapestry. Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
sky your really gettin to be onno muh faves on here great verse even if i had to pull out the dictionary great read o yuh |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
First off, write somethign about Fate, and you have my undivided attention. Second, form it into a small tale, paint it on the page as a work of art, and you have my admiration. Well told! |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
...and then set it artfully into the format of a Shakespearean Sonnet, and you've got me as well.... |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Skyfyre- I liked this and wasn't sure why at first. After a third read ... it didn't matter why ... it flowed with well-worded wisdom. One of those beautiful sonnets that sound so lovely read aloud. Very melodic indeed. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Skyfyre Senior Member
since 1999-08-15
Posts 1906Sitting in Michael's Lap |
walt: Glad to have you dusting off the trusty lexicon, my friend. What a kindness your comment was! Christopher: You know I strive to suit my poetry to your taste. Course its rather convenient that yours mimics mine in so many ways ... Nan: I always wanted to be the teacher's pet. Took ya long enough! LOL Marge: What a lovely and heartfelt compliment -- I am nearly humbled, which, believe me, is no mean feat! --Kess < !signature--> Full fathom five thy father lies, Of his bones are coral made, Those are pearls that were his eyes; Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange... --William Shakespeare, from The Tempest [This message has been edited by Skyfyre (edited 02-03-2000).] |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
I could read your poems all day long, Kess, they are just exquisite! Denise |
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Sally S. Senior Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 847Ohio |
Wow! I thoroughly enjoyed this one. Gee, I hope I haven't said this to you before but, this has to be my favorite of yours...thus far. Brilliant!!! (Nan might even say..."Splendiferous"!!!) **giggle** I hope to one day have the ability to write a poem as masterfully as this. |
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
I do believe your talent to be boundless |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
A single stitch in endless tapestry. Soooo True Kess... Your talents are unlimited my Dear Jenny |
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