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Sonnet for Erica |
Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Sonnet for Erica There was a humble spirit of the garden Who trappèd was inside a cave of ice Where she would diligently pray for pardon, Millenia remote from Paradise. Hours each day she meekly sacrificed While others of her kind busied themselves Without a care for their routine of vice Mounting their golden idols on their shelves. Seldom they paused, and seldom would they delve Into the depths of her resignèd sorrow Nor could they help but count their days in twelves Ticking each hour from now into tomorrow; Little she knew the garden since had dried, And it was thirsty for the tears she cried. [This message has been edited by Local Parasite (09-07-2004 06:55 PM).] |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Oh how I have missed your writing, Bri . . . Erica is a lucky woman, indeed This tasted like Kubla Khan except for the ending . . . it seems to me that she is maybe in a better place than she thinks? |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
Posts 4697 |
I AM lucky to have a friend like Brian You roxers! What else can I say.. thank you.. Oh, make me Thine forever |
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LoveBug
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since 2000-01-08
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Library.. I'm a dork |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
What is there about a sonnet.......? Love 'em or hate 'em, somehow they're part of who we are, and no poet fails to respond. Dunno, just something that I've wondered about for a long time, and now again. ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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