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Sonnet 18 À La Shadorma (6a)

SONNET 18 À LA SHADORMA

Well worn words
Shall I compare thee …
Words worn smooth
Words sucked dry
Yet I revive them, gift you
Immortality

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Shadorma November

True Friendship

TRUE FRIENDSHIP

Time spent together
Ephemeral as flowers
Yet it continues

To Not To Be

TO NOT TO BE

Shakespeare left nothing
Beyond his art; his life was
Immaterial

For Even Poets Pass On (A Four By Six)

FOR EVEN POETS PASS ON

Time to bid you fare well.
Should I say “Rest in peace”?
No, for that’s not your style.
“Wrestle on and create!”

Passing Through

PASSING THROUGH

Nothing dies, she said
But if nothing dies what then?
Everything persists
Peristalsis a goner
Alimentary, Watson

The Sceptic

THE SCEPTIC

Pronounced dead, up sat
Martin. Said he wanted a
Second opinion.

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