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I care not for your “darling buds of May” Nor the rough winds that howl at their expense For the sea that is vast as they hair’s fray I find your mind to be as vastly dense. As the ocean is brimming with fresh catch; Bellowing waves to the longing shorelines Each hermit to shell in a God-made match Unlike the way thy thoughts seem to align. But in every shell exists a new creature No matter what this shell may seem to be Spontaneity exists bare in nature As it was so it will remain to be. As the brilliance of thy words come to a light I find them burning longer than the night.
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Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
In Response to Shakespeare's Sonnet IXIII
I care not for your “darling buds of May” Nor the rough winds that howl at their expense For the sea that is vast as they hair’s fray I find your mind to be as vastly dense. As the ocean is brimming with fresh catch; Bellowing waves to the longing shorelines Each hermit to shell in a God-made match Unlike the way thy thoughts seem to align. But in every shell exists a new creature No matter what this shell may seem to be Spontaneity exists bare in nature As it was so it will remain to be. As the brilliance of thy words come to a light I find them burning longer than the night.
The last poem I submitted for ATYP this year. Fun fact: I actually completed the last two quatrains and couplet within about seven minutes during my lunch period, immediately before it was due.
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ynika-aron
Michigan
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
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