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Posted Jul 31, '13 at 2:56am

Parsat

Parsat

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Writer's Block
A Spencerian Sonnet

The pressing feeling one feels in the marrow
That seems to squeeze each drop out of the bone
Like toothpaste from a tube that's wrung out narrow
And rolled up tighter than a pebble-stone.
Both dabblers and professionals are prone
To fall into this uncreative curse.
The young, the old, all certainly bemoan
The tight'ning of imagination's purse.
Alas, how long, how far must I traverse
This desert clime that robs me of my rhyme
And leaves me not a verse so very terse
Amidst the arid sands and filthy grime?
Take heart, O sojourner fit to expire,
Take calm inspire, though the times be dire.

 

Posted Aug 5, '13 at 6:05pm

Parsat

Parsat

2,223 posts

On the Eve of Battle
A triolet

Beneath his helmet, tears are in his eyes,
Though tall he stands before the battle line.
He feels that swell of raw emotion rise,
Beneath his helmet, tears are in his eyes.
But in that proud array, it's no surprise:
No fear or grief are in those tears that shine.
Beneath his helmet, tears are in his eyes,
Though tall he stands before the battle line.

 

Posted Aug 9, '13 at 3:50am

Parsat

Parsat

2,223 posts

The Waif
A sonnet petit

The child passed by my seat with empty palms
And begged for love to fill its soulful eyes.
For 'twas not hunger nor the need for alms
That left the waif so piteous in guise.
She had her home, if four walls and a roof
Was all the meaning she should yet require;
But in that place all hearts remained aloof,
A negligence deserving of all ire.
She stood in place; I stood and turned my face.

 
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