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September 30, 2016
NaPo #29 - Sub-Zero Sonnet by ArthurTheBraveOne
Featured by doughboycafe
Literature Text
Shall I compare thee to a Winter’s day?
You are surely no kinder or less harsh.
Sometimes it seems you delight in foul play;
How did I not see your smile was a farce?
Like when you subtly blocked me on Snapchat:
Cold and unyielding like unending snow.
Even a frozen lake would be less flat
Than your character - it’s all just a show.
No, your eternal winter will not thaw,
And your frozen heart will not let it go.
So let all the boys stare at you in awe
While in these shadows I will walk alone
And long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
I hope you choke, and I hope their balls freeze.
You are surely no kinder or less harsh.
Sometimes it seems you delight in foul play;
How did I not see your smile was a farce?
Like when you subtly blocked me on Snapchat:
Cold and unyielding like unending snow.
Even a frozen lake would be less flat
Than your character - it’s all just a show.
No, your eternal winter will not thaw,
And your frozen heart will not let it go.
So let all the boys stare at you in awe
While in these shadows I will walk alone
And long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
I hope you choke, and I hope their balls freeze.
Literature
21.15 Mnemonics
He awoke to sunlight in his eyes and the smell of her. Every day, he would stay in bed just a little bit longer than he ought to, just to bask in the glory of smell she had left behind. It was roses and mint and sandalwood and woman and a million other things he couldn’t have described, even if he tried, but it was her, and he would never forget it, as long as he lived, and probably not for a long time after he died.
But every day, the smell grew fainter, the sheets seemed to grow colder, and it was one more day since the last time he woke with her actually there.
Literature
30.05.17: a bicycle haibun
i am peddling, though without any real urgency. it is thirty minutes from mechelen to duffel, and while there is a back-lit grey deck overhead, it is still the coolest day in over a week. the scenery will alternate, twice, between dorp and hoeve on my ride; more cusp-ish fades than any hard and fast terminators. i feel as if i have been holding my breath (bodymindsoul) for weeks, and am only now exhaling and filling the spaces with holy mana.
tall grass bobs,
aspens flash jazz-hands;
breeze sings rain.
Literature
Leave someday(15/30)
Will you just bow out of the season skies,
daughters of the ever aging and youthening tree?
Just walk away, with just a bow
to the pedestrians and the world never still?
As the season waves goodbye,
like a discreet unwanted one breezing out of the soiree
will you color yourself out,
like the trees balding orangely, annoucing the cold hail?
The adieus bid, the skies hanging down the grays instead of the red
dismiss the season, there´s the door for the men,
it is all done, all done
time for the hardened- water winds?
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's final challenge:
"write a parody or satire based on a famous poem!"
So, for those who might not be aware (though, to be honest, that's quite a feat I feel) this is a parody on William Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. Had some fun here with trying to kind of do a similar thing to old Will while still staying true to the form of the sonnet. Not sure if it'll be good enough to come out as top dog, but I took my shot
's final challenge:"write a parody or satire based on a famous poem!"
So, for those who might not be aware (though, to be honest, that's quite a feat I feel) this is a parody on William Shakespeare's Sonnet 18. Had some fun here with trying to kind of do a similar thing to old Will while still staying true to the form of the sonnet. Not sure if it'll be good enough to come out as top dog, but I took my shot
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Haha, this is awesome. Well deserving of a DD, congrats for that!