Friday, April 22, 2005

Sonnet for friend...

'Tis a wonderous morn that wakens the maid,
For rays of joy warms the restless nightshade;
Away fair moon! Your past weighs heavy trod
My eyes and mem'ries fade the precious fraud.
Shine fast the glorious fire of present day
To brighten all seekers of glee today.
Run free, seek fast, to capture what is ours
In light of now, in right of how the hours;
Be your sweet, sullied frame and thoughtful face,
Time rings true for this day a happy place.
A day of birth for celebration, friend,
Upon the trumpet beams a music end.

Happy Birthday!

5 Comments:

Blogger Spinfly said...

Nicely said!
Such a fine lady deserves such a fine poem. You're great!

Fri Apr 22, 02:36:00 PM MDT  
Blogger Bill Fleming said...

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strong heroic couplet
(beautiful poem eeks...must be one
of them there mod-run sonnets).

abba abba cdcd ee = Spencerian is my favorite form.
(in iambic pentameter)

...but what the hell, this is 2005!

Happy Birthday Claire!

"Shall I compare the to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate, etc."
(by a different Bill)

Fri Apr 22, 02:44:00 PM MDT  
Blogger EThunk said...

Upon the trumpet beams a music end
...and a few tears of love. Thanks Eekerz!

Fri Apr 22, 03:05:00 PM MDT  
Blogger EThunk said...

Ah Wise Owl, the fun of life is how many different people we get to be...I figure I'm on my 7th. Who would have ethunk? Me?...growing flowers? "Never," says Numbers 2, 3 & 4.

It's the kids' time. It's their spave to build and re-build. They are the wizards now. (I like that thought..that makes us the Grand Wizards and that feels comfortable. Acutally, I'm just 'mom' to most of them...and that is very comfortable too.)

Sat Apr 23, 08:08:00 PM MDT  
Blogger Bill Fleming said...

It sure is their time,
and they are doing a fine job of it.
I'm glad, though to still be welcome
in the sandbox.

Sat Apr 23, 11:35:00 PM MDT  

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