Oct 2018
Oh! the title is--oh my! Vaguely reminiscent of Keat's sonnet...."O solitude, if I must with thee dwell/"[https://www.bartleby.com/126/20.html]
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXXXVI)
Watch yellow rags just flutter on boughs thence
Sae black with rain; the naked trees' detail
Now haunted by sheer mists look ghastly, pale
White's shroud their coverlet, Death's kiss from hence
Upon the massy groves as reds tinge whence;
As if some painter's brush splashed aught t'avail
In careless fashion, orange glares through the veil,
And my soul'd cherish that mystique's vague sense.
I'd love to wander through this fog as twere,
Just where none else dare tread, as if what'd woo
Is ghostly spirits I'd commune with, poor
Though that suggestion is. But that won't do,
Of course. Ergo, I watch, nor have a minute fer
All that, to dream or be, just pass on through.
08Oct18b
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCDXXXVI)
Watch yellow rags just flutter on boughs thence
Sae black with rain; the naked trees' detail
Now haunted by sheer mists look ghastly, pale
White's shroud their coverlet, Death's kiss from hence
Upon the massy groves as reds tinge whence;
As if some painter's brush splashed aught t'avail
In careless fashion, orange glares through the veil,
And my soul'd cherish that mystique's vague sense.
I'd love to wander through this fog as twere,
Just where none else dare tread, as if what'd woo
Is ghostly spirits I'd commune with, poor
Though that suggestion is. But that won't do,
Of course. Ergo, I watch, nor have a minute fer
All that, to dream or be, just pass on through.
08Oct18b
NOTE: the challenge in this sonnet which also impeded my ability to write period, was an old one, namely: how put into words what your eyes see? Oh, try, forever try, and fail by definition.
