Here's my contribution to the challenge to put some poetry out there(not sure of the origin or who to thank for this . . .). Sorry, folks, but I love the classics. I'll try to broaden my horizons in the future, but here's my guy Will with Sonnet #60
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crowned,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth, and delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow.
And yet to times in hope my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.
Let's all hear it for quatrains and couplets! Have a wonderful day!
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Hi kim!
I wanted to thank you for coming by my blog, and for your kind words. :)
And hey! We have lots of family in Hillsboro.(named Kesey) My hubs works for Intel, so we are always thinking we might relocate up sometime. But I don't know if I would do well in all the rain. We went up last summer for a Kesey family reunion, and it was so nice and green, though. I really loved it.
:)
K
No couplets, but I a word for you.
Passion.
Every tear from your eye, every folded sock, every stacked plate, every mile on the van, every damned new book you buy, every smile you share, every bend of the knee - I see your passion.
Beautiful passion. A desire to live in the moment as a faithful child of God. Can anyone match your intensity to break through the trappings to get right to the truth?
I love that about you - passionately.
Oh yeah- by the way- can I get a new telephoto lense for the camera?
b
I am so glad we have stumbled upon one another...and that you posted for Poetry Thursday! You can't go wrong with good old Will...
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