Feb 2014
(sonnet #MMMLXXXVIII)
Men dare acknowledge that the poet's soul
Breathes whispers of his essence in each line,
Thence, wherefore trample it while you define
The means used to convey the precious whole?
They never hear me. No. For 'tis too droll
To blindly parse his nonsense out, t'assign
Cold academic measures and divine
But private ecstasies outside his goal.
It is man's genral attitude to feign
A distance 'tween himself and any who
Dare write. The sheer depths cull this strain?
Yet treading on the surface scants the view
Until we miss the whole's intent. To gain
Perspective, simply read. Few know. Do you?
30Nov13c
Men dare acknowledge that the poet's soul
Breathes whispers of his essence in each line,
Thence, wherefore trample it while you define
The means used to convey the precious whole?
They never hear me. No. For 'tis too droll
To blindly parse his nonsense out, t'assign
Cold academic measures and divine
But private ecstasies outside his goal.
It is man's genral attitude to feign
A distance 'tween himself and any who
Dare write. The sheer depths cull this strain?
Yet treading on the surface scants the view
Until we miss the whole's intent. To gain
Perspective, simply read. Few know. Do you?
30Nov13c
How's this for a Hello? A bit of a backlog, admittedly, but never published until now, just for the sake of, I dunno, I wanted it to see the limelight too.
