Soliloquy

By manunkind

What can I say that Shakespeare could say not?
Elude me poetry, make me thy slave.
It’s humbling to know I could write a lot-
And still only birth thoughts fit for the grave

Must I write about just death and flowers-
Until my poor fingers are red and raw?
I too must suffer Virginia’s hours,
I too look upon the light Descartes saw.

Rhyming and prose are as freed wild horses-
Reign-less: uncontrolled by my novice hands.
A passionate rush of hot blood courses-
Through my tangled veins, fervor swells my glands.

Emotion blinds me where trance should take me
And make beautiful this soliloquy

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© 2005 voix de femme
Published on Saturday, November 12, 2005.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • manywalks On Tuesday, November 22, 2005, manywalks (750)By person wrote:

    This ruptures beauty into a higher level.

  • A former member wrote: But Soft! what beauty through yonder soliloquy breaks! 'Tis the natural light of Shakespeare made more beautiful and rare by the soft, thoughtful voix de femme. Nice work!

  • blue On Saturday, November 12, 2005, blue (1454)By person wrote:

    ok, you just entirely blew mine away.. damn you. ;) excellent excellent write! ~b

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