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by BOKE
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (143-146) SONNETS #147-150 of 154 (151-154)
INSPIRED BY TWO GREAT VERSE THOUGHTS
WHICH CAME IN THE SHOWER ... BUT WERE FORGOTTEN
BY THE TIME THE WRITER WAS DRY [smile]

OR

ON WRITING, FORGETTING, AND . . .


 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

SONNETS #147-50 of 154 for Tea Time in L.A. #49 of 50 -
TWO LET GO

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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #49 - (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - May 21, 2002, 2:42 AM

HAIKU PROLOGUE

Writing in the void
before the season ending
final episodes.

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNET #147-150 of 154
TWO LET GO

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 4-sonnet sequence)

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{BVS_147_01.01} I'LL SPEND TONIGHT regretting what was lost.

{BVS_147_01.02} Two lines of verse that crystalized my thought

{BVS_147_01.03} across the Buffyverse . . . A Pentecost

{BVS_147_01.04} of flaming inspiration that had brought . . .

 
{BVS_147_01.05} . . . transcendent revelation to my tongue.

{BVS_147_01.06} I spoke them in the shower. Knew them cold.

{BVS_147_01.07} They chimed their notes so well you'd think they'd sung

{BVS_147_01.08} a tune I would remember 'till I'm old.

 
{BVS_147_01.09} No need to stop relaxing in the flow

{BVS_147_01.10} of streaming water . . . cleansing 'way the sweat

{BVS_147_01.11} of disciplined exertion's afterglow.

{BVS_147_01.12} I thought the lines secured within the net . . .

 
{BVS_147_01.13} . . . of memory. So I felt there's no need

{BVS_147_01.14} to rush out of that shower with great speed.


{2}

{BVS_148_02.01} I'M SURE there's times that happened to Joss, too.

{BVS_148_02.02} And Marti Noxon. Ev'ry writers' curse

{BVS_148_02.03} is always to have notepads . . . 'cept the few

{BVS_148_02.04} times that you don't. You scream. There's nothing worse . . .

 
{BVS_148_02.05} . . . than losing the best thought you've ever had

{BVS_148_02.06} right down the drain where it goes out to sea

{BVS_148_02.07} I guarantee the next idea is bad.

{BVS_148_02.08} That's how a writer learns the cruelty . . .

 
{BVS_148_02.09} . . . of fate that writers deal with . . . with each choice

{BVS_148_02.10} of color on their palette they now dab

{BVS_148_02.11} and brush upon their canvas. Then rejoice

{BVS_148_02.12} for one artistic vict'ry in their lab . . .

 
{BVS_148_02.13} . . . of existential beauty codified

{BVS_148_02.14} within their private matrix where they hide . . .


{3}

{BVS_149_03.01} . . . from harsh reality where death is death.

{BVS_149_03.02} Instead of worlds where death can be reversed.

{BVS_149_03.03} Like Buffy's world where she's had her least breath

{BVS_149_03.04} three times (I think) and feels not blessed but cursed . . .

 
{BVS_149_03.05} . . . to be a pawn of those who need her face.

{BVS_149_03.06} No matter if that's Willow or it's Joss.

{BVS_149_03.07} NO PEACE for Buffy's soul in either case.

{BVS_149_03.08} Their frameworks cannot take their slayer's loss.

 
{BVS_149_03.09} YES, sentences can paint the world again,

{BVS_149_03.10} BUT ev'rything that's written's not believed.

{BVS_149_03.11} The rhetoric you choose won't always win,

{BVS_149_03.12} no matter if you ego is deceived.

 
{BVS_149_03.13} And tragic'ly, the ones that slip your mind

{BVS_149_03.14} are ones that you should not have left behind.


{4}

{BVS_150_04.01} THERE'S ALWAYS forward strokes that you can take,

{BVS_150_04.02} but some lead to high falls . . . or calm dead ends.

{BVS_150_04.03} YET in forgotten lines left in your wake

{BVS_150_04.04} are ripples that may yet make full amends . . .

 
{BVS_150_04.05} . . . and bring transcendence after your regrets

{BVS_150_04.06} have filled your night of longing for lost lines.

{BVS_150_04.07} THE TRUTH is that whatever one forgets

{BVS_150_04.08} was fated to come back when one refines . . .

 
{BVS_150_04.09} . . . the soul that wasn't ready to move on

{BVS_150_04.10} to higher levels of what God has planned.

{BVS_150_04.11} YES even in the case of whining Dawn,

{BVS_150_04.12} there will arise amidst chaotic sand . . .

 
{BVS_150_04.13} . . . some sweet felicity someone forgot.

{BVS_150_04.14} Like those two lines tonight I liked a lot.

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