Facebook Sonnet for Lindsay

Really like this sonnet from inlovelustandlaughter blog.

inlovelustandlaughter

When once we danced apart but in the same room,
Hoping to breathe deeply, build more muscle,
Loud music made much talking just a rare boon,
And once it stopped, we turned back to life’s bustle.
A smile or quick hello-goodbye to bind us
Thus loosely but in patterns of our lives,
Our selves seemed different enough to find us
Removed in all but as our husbands’ wives.
But now! Our funneled selves poured in such narrow
Impixelated shapes we share on screen,
With words and images as sharp as arrows,
We can express most clearly what we mean.
Proximity’s relaxing but can blind you;
You had to move away for me to find you!

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National Poetry Month 07 — Star-Spangled Sentinel of Liberty

Captain America sonnet, enjoyed reading this today!

Think Wink

Star-Spangled Sentinel of Liberty,
my mentor and my brother. I’ve watched you wage
your war across the days eternally.
When does tomorrow end this wicked age?
There are so many people who can’t stand
up for themselves—enslaved to skin and wealth.
They need a hero who will fight the Man
who aims to chain them to His will with stealth.
He lies, He cheats, deceives us all. No one
they know can cut the cord and break the chains
that ‘slaves them to His dreams. They are undone
beneath His burden. Who will end their pain?
To be the hero that they need will cost.
So be it then, I count my life as lost.

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Remembrance: Marcel Proust #37

Really love this passage from proust, great read.

the secret keeper

Remembrance: Marcel Proust

Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”

Marcel-Proust

“The soldier is convinced
that a certain indefinitely
extendable time period
is accorded him
before he is killed,
the burglar
before he is caught,
men in general,
before they must die.
That is the amulet
which preserves individuals
— and sometimes populations
— not from danger,
but from the fear of danger,
in reality
from the belief in danger,
which in some cases
allows them to brave it
without being brave.
Such a confidence,
just as unfounded,
supports the lover
who counts on
a reconciliation,
a letter.”
― Marcel Proust

Marcel_Proust_(Père_Lachaise) side by side hotel - grave

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Ghosts Of Your War

Reallly enjoyed reading this one, excellent.

asilverafternoon

What do you write when all that your heart can offer is radio silence.
In between the frequencies, listen and search
for the lost words that were swallowed up by oceans.
Don’t look for them on the surface.
I never trusted the wind.
I was far too much in love with it, you see.
Verses got off the train home and dug themselves a shallow grave.
Sometimes, usually after midnight,
they scratch the headstones of the past when they call me up
and tell me they miss me.
Wars make soldiers out of poets.
I’ve found a gun in an empty diary in the drawer.
Maybe we’ll need it when ghosts crawl inside our chests and call it home.
Close your eyes and pretend
that it’s ten years ago from now.
Go back to the time when you didn’t believe in ghosts.
Go back to the time when you didn’t…

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