Layered. Say you didn't know these were complex.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXXXVII)
Blue skies peer thinly twixt the whiter tale
Of clouds whose stringy webs mask what, from hence?
The warming golden light half bleak, a sense
I maunt put down stalks through all that'd avail.
Ne shadows nor a flirting breath t'exhale
By even halves and I am jumpy, whence
What daffodils might nod can own intents
While folk tell April Fools jokes like we've bail.
Did I complain oer...jonquils' yellow tour
Of frilly heads and purple hy'cinth too?
Yes. I said even ******* laundry's...poor,
Sith Mum is buried. Taen from me now, who
Shall pity? Sparrows e'en too distant fer
Aught smiles, I wonder if a man'd now woo.
01Apr17c
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:46 AM UTC
Layered. Say you didn't know these were complex.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCXXXVII)
Blue skies peer thinly twixt the whiter tale
Of clouds whose stringy webs mask what, from hence?
The warming golden light half bleak, a sense
I maunt put down stalks through all that'd avail.
Ne shadows nor a flirting breath t'exhale
By even halves and I am jumpy, whence
What daffodils might nod can own intents
While folk tell April Fools jokes like we've bail.
Did I complain oer...jonquils' yellow tour
Of frilly heads and purple hy'cinth too?
Yes. I said even ******* laundry's...poor,
Sith Mum is buried. Taen from me now, who
Shall pity? Sparrows e'en too distant fer
Aught smiles, I wonder if a man'd now woo.
01Apr17c
"...the kingdom of God" I think is how it goes.
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