Mar 2019
too much internal rhyming--oops! it was an accident, Sir Philip Sydney.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXX)
O! cloud brigades in white-tinged grey sail hence
With sluggish speed across blue heavns' detail,
As winds don't howl, yet batter by th'exhale
Aught fragile limb; and blue seas cleared fr'intents
Are full again with more such ships, as sense
Now wrestles with the thought war is, t'avail,
Both fearsome, and alas, romanced in pale
Excuse by this auld struggle in defense.
Death's icy clasp is loosed as puddles fer
Effect replace snow piles and don heavns' blue,
Winds battling is't sheer warmth? and roughly too,
Whiles oh! I look now oer the distance. Were
The Maple's boughs untrimmed this late in tour,
I ask? They'll soon flaunt crimson in debut.
14Mar19b
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCLXX)
O! cloud brigades in white-tinged grey sail hence
With sluggish speed across blue heavns' detail,
As winds don't howl, yet batter by th'exhale
Aught fragile limb; and blue seas cleared fr'intents
Are full again with more such ships, as sense
Now wrestles with the thought war is, t'avail,
Both fearsome, and alas, romanced in pale
Excuse by this auld struggle in defense.
Death's icy clasp is loosed as puddles fer
Effect replace snow piles and don heavns' blue,
Winds battling is't sheer warmth? and roughly too,
Whiles oh! I look now oer the distance. Were
The Maple's boughs untrimmed this late in tour,
I ask? They'll soon flaunt crimson in debut.
14Mar19b
The suggestion of war soon culled lines from an antique sonnet by--? until I worked and mulled just who penned those familiar lines which then rehearsed themselves over and over like a google search would tell me.
(49/F/Bolingbrook, IL)
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