TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES (143-146)  SONNETS #147-150 of 154  (151-154)
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WHICH CAME IN THE SHOWER ... BUT WERE FORGOTTEN BY THE TIME THE WRITER WAS DRY [smile] OR ON WRITING, FORGETTING, AND . . . |
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SONNETS #147-50 of 154 for Tea Time in L.A. #49 of 50 - TWO LET GO ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ... CLICK THE BRONZE SKULL TO SEE ARCHIVE COPY OF (NONCOLOR) VERSION (FOR COMPARISON) |
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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
rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form }
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Two lines of verse that crystalized my thought
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across the Buffyverse . . . A Pentecost
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of flaming inspiration that had brought . . .
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I spoke them in the shower. Knew them cold.
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They chimed their notes so well you'd think they'd sung
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a tune I would remember 'till I'm old.
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of streaming water . . . cleansing 'way the sweat
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of disciplined exertion's afterglow.
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I thought the lines secured within the net . . .
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to rush out of that shower with great speed.
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I'M SURE there's times that happened to Joss, too.
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And Marti Noxon. Ev'ry writers' curse
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is always to have notepads . . . 'cept the few
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times that you don't. You scream. There's nothing worse . . .
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right down the drain where it goes out to sea
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I guarantee the next idea is bad.
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That's how a writer learns the cruelty . . .
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of color on their palette they now dab
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and brush upon their canvas. Then rejoice
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for one artistic vict'ry in their lab . . .
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within their private matrix where they hide . . .
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. . . from harsh reality where death is death.
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Instead of worlds where death can be reversed.
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Like Buffy's world where she's had her least breath
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three times (I think) and feels not blessed but cursed . . .
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No matter if that's Willow or it's Joss.
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NO PEACE for Buffy's soul in either case.
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Their frameworks cannot take their slayer's loss.
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BUT ev'rything that's written's not believed.
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The rhetoric you choose won't always win,
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no matter if you ego is deceived.
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are ones that you should not have left behind.
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THERE'S ALWAYS forward strokes that you can take,
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but some lead to high falls . . . or calm dead ends.
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YET in forgotten lines left in your wake
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are ripples that may yet make full amends . . .
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have filled your night of longing for lost lines.
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THE TRUTH is that whatever one forgets
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was fated to come back when one refines . . .
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to higher levels of what God has planned.
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YES even in the case of whining Dawn,
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there will arise amidst chaotic sand . . .
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Like those two lines tonight I liked a lot.
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[THE END]
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