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A Sonnet A Day: September 2011
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A Sonnet A Day. Monday, September 5, 2011. So we have reached it: The End. The cards have been tossed and the settings chosen,. And felt is the glorious scent of faux greens. Wrapped in white silk am I,. Discarded like the bruised leaf of Autumn. And sweet bruises refrained in my skin. The wickedness of Men has ruined me. I am obliged to receipt their covets. And break the unspoken law of Silence. Few people know my true name,. And no one misses me until I am gone. I am wholly there or wholly nowhere.
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A Sonnet A Day: Recompense
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A Sonnet A Day. Thursday, October 27, 2011. Walking down the bloodless path, a crescent rose slips through her fingers. When the blossom contacts the ground, pearl petals burst apart in a rainbow of white. The yellow center’s powder scatters, leaving soft tears on the fair stems clothing. The woman continues her walk, mindless of the beauty she has lost. There are better gifts. Entering the house of the Lustrous, the woman does not notice the grime under her feet. There are brighter gifts. Realizing her ...
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A Sonnet A Day: September 2013
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A Sonnet A Day. Thursday, September 5, 2013. She looks up at me, quietly shy. As she begins to pull off her clothes. Her eyes glitter like a cloudless blue sky,. With a youth never outgrown. I study her bare body, observing curves. Once more full and tight. The sin loosened and darkened. 8211; sagging, spotting veins blue. Her joints are sharp points, hair growing in patches,. A trembling from loss of control. I can’t see her a ugly. I can see she is beautiful. In a different way. Posted by Sarah W.
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A Sonnet A Day: June 2011
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A Sonnet A Day. Monday, June 20, 2011. How interesting the world is. When we look past our own face. You’ve shown me that – in many ways. You’re my hero. You showed me what it’s like to fly,. To soar into the bright heavens. We played together as siblings do. People told me even snow is dirty,. But to me you were perfect –. Even when you made mistakes, like anyone. You left me and I cried,. Although knowing you’d be back,. But I felt your presence – ever soothing. When I was weak, you were strong,. In a ...
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A Sonnet A Day: October 2011
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A Sonnet A Day. Thursday, October 27, 2011. Walking down the bloodless path, a crescent rose slips through her fingers. When the blossom contacts the ground, pearl petals burst apart in a rainbow of white. The yellow center’s powder scatters, leaving soft tears on the fair stems clothing. The woman continues her walk, mindless of the beauty she has lost. There are better gifts. Entering the house of the Lustrous, the woman does not notice the grime under her feet. There are brighter gifts. Realizing her ...
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A Sonnet A Day: July 2011
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A Sonnet A Day. Wednesday, July 27, 2011. It’s a wearisome path which is traveled alone,. And one I have left behind. I could easily walk past each stepping stone –. Rely on the strength of my mind. The fog in the trees was nothing to fear:. Blue hazes of simplety raw. The darkness of shadows became something dear,. A novelty which became law. I reveled in loneness; I knew it must save. My days could adapt to this lie. A heart could as easily beat in the grave –. Less simple to live than to die. And He h...
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A Sonnet A Day: May 2011
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A Sonnet A Day. Thursday, May 12, 2011. Things are not always as they seem. Friendship is the sincerest in silence;. The greenest grass is under your feet. Winter marks your warmest months;. West is up and also down;. There is no northern wind. The best book written is still unread,. The most honest harmony unheard. Delight is sought in the brink of sorrows;. Tears are sweet, smiles are heard;. There is no northern wind. The Sky is a lover of Moon and of Son;. A Child is the most cherished priest.
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A Sonnet A Day: November 2011
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A Sonnet A Day. Tuesday, November 15, 2011. Walking down the bloodless path, the man aimlessly searches for Truth. Frustrated by lack of foresight, he chooses his own way, drawn to fickle independence. Crashing through hedges, he ignores the ripping of his clothing and flesh. Coming upon the house of the Complacent, he takes his place among those who fear naught yet all. He takes his taste of pleasures to spirit and body which are rich and temporary. Without the preservations of a Master. Letting his eye...
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A Sonnet A Day: October 2012
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A Sonnet A Day. Monday, October 1, 2012. I run through the dead, yellow hills,. The shade of the sun my guide. My grey coat streaks between the white bleach trees,. The black and silver shavings giving relief,. I am a free wolf. Surrounded by smoking sand,. I gather with others to hunt. Gleaned moisture steams from the ground. All seems dry in the light. We search between rocks for pools of relief. And seek marrow for our bones. The fare is plenty, quickly earning distaste in abundance. Posted by Sarah W.
