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Breath Of Life

BREATH OF LIFE

To hell distancing!
Worth to take any risk to
Touch noses with you

Unconventional Gambit: Sonnet

UNCONVENTIONAL GAMBIT

Shall I compare thee to a pile of dung
Left, still warm and steaming, by my horse?
So graceful, so well groomed, so well hung.
I describe the creature not myself of course
And pray my words may not, my darling, cause dismay.
Oh forgive a fool whose ardour outruns his tongue.
Should my simple similes offend thee what can I say
But that ’tis from untrimm’d spontaneity they’ve sprung?
If thou wrinkle thy nose at the smell, even sight
Of manure let my lips bid you reconsider the conceit.
Coming upon such ordure to the gardener is a delight
To be shovelled up and carried away tout de suite
For forking it into a bed is surely only but meet.
Without such sustenance would a rose smell so sweet?

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c.f.Shakespeare’s Sonnet 18

This was written especially for Jamie Dides’ Wednesday Writing Prompt. This week’s prompt is ‘Reinvention’.

 

The Other Shoe

THE OTHER SHOE

Hark! A singing heart
A swallow … A butterfly
Awaiting an ear

Mating Call

MATING CALL

Every login
gets a long
strong
and unique
password.

No password
refused
or reused.

Ever.

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