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Jun 16, 2009
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killtime sonnet #24
No trumpet calls escaped so rough a throat.
'An avalanche of cobblestones and pain'
suggests the sound, and yet I heard him plain.
A clever man, a grand poetic goat.
His coarse and brutal facts became a song
as mysteries were slaughtered or repealed,
my habits of enchantment dis-concealed.
His robust wisdom carried me along.
What benefit in wealth, good looks and luck
when those have that end their lives as fools
believing that they understood the rules?
I bought another poem for a buck.
It seemed to be about applying varnish
thinly over silver that might tarnish.
'An avalanche of cobblestones and pain'
suggests the sound, and yet I heard him plain.
A clever man, a grand poetic goat.
His coarse and brutal facts became a song
as mysteries were slaughtered or repealed,
my habits of enchantment dis-concealed.
His robust wisdom carried me along.
What benefit in wealth, good looks and luck
when those have that end their lives as fools
believing that they understood the rules?
I bought another poem for a buck.
It seemed to be about applying varnish
thinly over silver that might tarnish.
Comments
Seren
16 years 10 months ago
profound and deep … that
Jonathan Moore
16 years 10 months ago
Duplicate post removed
Jonathan Moore
16 years 10 months ago
One disconnect for me
infinite_dwarf
16 years 10 months ago
Perry
infinite_dwarf
16 years 10 months ago
BTW, Skumpy....
Skumpfsklub
16 years 10 months ago
'Sonnet' tags a lot of forms,
Skumpfsklub
16 years 3 months ago
I’m running out of ideas
Skumpfsklub
16 years 3 months ago
Why write another faux