Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
"Lord, what fools these mortals
be!" Puck declared, and I, from
the cheap seats, was sudden-
struck by such simple wisdom.
We're all ensnared in visions
blind, or binding brute bad luck.
Should you, by chance, one day
become unstuck and waken
from your nightmare in a
dream, I hope you'll pick a daisy
and then pluck its petals,
weighing what my love might
mean, for though I know you
can't believe it's true, you'll
know no greater love than
mine for you.
Gosh, could be the bard himself to have composed this adorable love piece. The rhythm makes the poem flow seemlessly and it really is a joy to read.
ReplyDeletesometimes, as here, i experiment, writing in one meter, and then cutting it up in another. this originally in iambic pentameter, w rhymes:
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followed by a closing couplet. idk if that clarifies anything....
"Visions blind." I liked how you phrased this line--it's very courtly.
ReplyDelete"Should you, by chance, one day become unstuck..." That's one of those lines that sticks with you for your entire life. Bravo.
The rhyming worked well :)
visions blind.......i had on my mind that quote from a midsummernight's dream for a few days, trying to figure out why. gradually i knew it was cos we spend so much time reinforcing unpleasantness in our lives to maintain the status quo while actively fending off what would profit us as human beings: fools indeed in such short lives, a theme i've been hitting heavily of late.
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