by Occams_Beard
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October 1, 2024
<p>Some find my death beautiful </p> <p>in all the colours of autumn </p> <p>bringing joy to grey days.</p> <p>Others find it sad -</p> <p>the sign of long nights in winter's embrace.</p> <p><br /></p> <p>The fall banished fear out of my pores.</p> <p>The feeling of helplessness </p> <p>while being carried by the wind</p> <p>opened my mind for a different reality.</p> <p><br /></p> <p>Acceptance is not giving in</p> <p>or giving up</p> <p>it's choosing another path</p> <p>where my heart's longing </p> <p>and my peace of mind will be found. </p> <p><br /></p> <p>The decay commands all,</p> <p>and that fact cannot be denied or ignored.</p> <p>I will become dust sooner than some,</p> <p>and when the wind will cradle me in its arms</p> <p>I will be reaching for the stars.</p> <p><br /></p> <p>I have to leave it all behind -</p> <p>the chattering of the birds,</p> <p>and the warm kiss of sunshine - </p> <p>the tender touch of a ladybird, </p> <p>and a wet sensation of a raindrop - </p> <p>the joy of a sunrise</p> <p>and sadness of a cloudy night</p> <p>denying me the magic of starlight. </p> <p><br /></p> <p>I have to let it all go</p> <p>for it was never mine to own.</p> <p>I am ready now to say goodbye,</p> <p>welcoming the last sleep </p> <p>and the darkness that will turn into light</p> <p><br /></p> <p>~ Iva </p> <p> </p> <p><br /></p>
June 11, 2020
<p>For this reading I am going to read two poems the first is typical of the period and the second for comparison is by Shakespeare.</p> <p>I will pass no judgment but let you decide which you prefer.</p> <p><br></p> <p><strong>My ladies hair</strong></p> <p><strong>By Bartholomew Griffin. Published 1596 </strong></p> <p><br></p> <p>My Lady's hair is threads of beaten gold;</p> <p> Her front the purest crystal eye hath seen;</p> <p>Her eyes the brightest stars the heavens hold;</p> <p> Her cheeks, red roses, such as seld have been;</p> <p>Her pretty lips of red vermilion dye;</p> <p> Her hand of ivory the purest white;</p> <p>Her blush AURORA, or the morning sky.</p> <p> Her breast displays two silver fountains bright;</p> <p>The spheres, her voice; her grace, the Graces three; </p> <p> Her body is the saint that I adore;</p> <p>Her smiles and favours, sweet as honey be.</p> <p> Her feet, fair THETIS praiseth evermore.</p> <p> But Ah, the worst and last is yet behind :</p> <p> For of a griffon she doth bear the mind!</p> <p><br></p> <p><strong>Sonnet 130 - My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun</strong></p> <p><strong>William Shakespeare</strong></p> <p><br></p> <p>My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;</p> <p>Coral is far more red, than her lips red:</p> <p>If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;</p> <p>If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.</p> <p><br></p> <p>I have seen roses damasked, red and white,</p> <p>But no such roses see I in her cheeks;</p> <p>And in some perfumes is there more delight</p> <p>Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.</p> <p><br></p> <p>I love to hear her speak, yet well I know</p> <p>That music hath a far more pleasing sound:</p> <p>I grant I never saw a goddess go,</p> <p>My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:</p> <p><br></p> <p> And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare,</p> <p> As any she belied with false compare.</p>
June 8, 2020
<p>Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,</p> <p>The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;</p> <p>But then begins a journey in my head</p> <p>To work my mind, when body's work's expired:</p> <p><br></p> <p>For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--</p> <p>Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,</p> <p>And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,</p> <p>Looking on darkness which the blind do see:</p> <p><br></p> <p>Save that my soul's imaginary sight</p> <p>Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,</p> <p>Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,</p> <p>Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.</p> <p><br></p> <p> Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,</p> <p> For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.</p>
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