…..
The moving finger writes;
(oh, ye high flown quills that soar the skies)
and having writ, moves on.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
we wear the mask that grins and lies.
The world is too much with us;
……..(late and soon.)
Leave a kiss, but in the cup.
Speak – my tongue is broken.
Waves, I have no wings.
I am the dark one, my sole
star is dead;
I raised my cup to invite the moon,
turned to my shadow, and
we became three.
Which way does your beard point tonight?
Did you want to see me
……….b r o k e n ?
How do you like your blueeyed boy, Mister
Death?
To still the beating
of my heart, I stood repeating:
Ah, me! How hard a thing it is to say,
So much depends upon love
with unconfined wings.
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Slight changes to yesterday’s cento, for Quickly in September, day 4.
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Woven from lines from: Shakespeare, Anne Bradstreet, Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Wordsworth, Ben Jonson, Sappho, Arthur Rimbaud, Gerard De Nerval, Li Po, Allen Ginsberg, Maya Angelou, E.E. Cummings, Edgar Allan Poe, Dante, William Carlos Williams, Richard Lovelace.
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Excellent!
Speak – my tongue is broken.
Waves, I have no wings.
Love that part, De and overall without referring back to yesterday’s poem, this one feels, to me, maybe more concise. Either way…I love what you’ve gathered and the way that you’ve puzzled them together with your own poetic flavor. 🙂 Well done!
I like the emphasis on the word broken.
As for instruction an direction – I use them as guides most of the time, but then I’m known as a rebel. I wasn’t quite sure what to do either so that’s why I took the same lines, trimmed and rearranged.
Thanks, Jules
Yeah, you’re terrible at re-writes like I’m horrible with words. Each step in our process yields a better piece than the day before. And tomorrow, you’ll have an incredible piece for your portfolio! You wonderful poet, you!
I love this line: “The moving finger writes”
Loved it again. Especially like the changes you made at the ending.
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