Category Archives: In a poetic embodiment

Birth of a Poem

A poem, having no name, was enmeshed in a heart, waiting to break free from its shackles. While her verses floundered about the lips, she was being betrayed by her own words who were refusing to be put down on the foolscap. They were restless and desperate, and … Continue reading

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Some thoughts on Poetry

Recently, a German friend of mine posted the following on his Facebook wall: Am I the only one who doesn’t get anything out of poetry? It seems so pretentious to force meaning into something that rhymes to make it appear meaningful. … Continue reading

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Intro: Here

Originally posted on David Emeron: Sonnets:
i All your spirits are low and the tears are hot on your checks then I would do anything in my power to give you peace. ij If I could write today if I…

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Sonnet V: Redoubt

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All was given, everything was left, And every hope would swell that I redeem With nothing taken out; and when I deftly Built up my redoubt, I felt returning All that gifted, everything that…

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Sonnet IV: This I Wish

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Thou hast most welcome been and sorely missed. Dare I rejoice, thou, to these climes, returned? I hush… I quiet step… I so resist So royal thy demesnes from which I’ve learned. So timidly,…

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