Diana's Men
A dead white face, whose form some persons see, Shines out (though shrunk) above his roiling verse, And summons treasures from that yearning sea With wit and grace the current sages curse. His diction...
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A fine poem Mark and I'm so glad you thought fit to do battle for verse:) My cinquain for today is: Of verse the heart tires not, pleasing words that rhyme and flow, facilitating memory. Write on!
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Mark, "summons treasures from that yearning sea With wit and grace the current sages curse. " Pure gold and now residing in Bon Mots... The whole poem is a gem,,, the closing couplet is a crown jewel....
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Mark, Nicely Done. Not infrequently, our muse is our response to those others who rub us a bit abrasively. It sharpens our self understandings. I enjoyed. WID
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Hi Mark....nice sonnet with rich language. I am assuming your ending couplet has 11 syllables because of the demand for a new form? Or perhaps I am as crazy as I'm thought to be (grin).....M.
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methinks I get a definite whiff of Minotaur in your labyrinthine verse...
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Jean, My first battle in verse was with Sarah I think. I wonder if she remembers. She didn't inspire this, though. Thanks. Sarah, Thanks but . . . I never resided in France. Chey, Tres bien. I think...
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