My story my guild weaving stars in mane

My story my guild weaving stars in mane

8 January 2016

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The memories askew the light at the end

The Lilies stood tall roots six feet under

The fall I recall lightning and thunder

The breath mill that slew I begged to pretend


Alas now I knew these ways would contend

My Heart stood at wall the feet mere blunder

The mind before fall amnesia’s plunder

The moments so few where the will would bend


I would then rebuild from thread of Heart wane

A distant glue spilled upon clumsy hands

A heart’s hoofbeats chilled upon frozen lands


My story my guild weaving stars in mane

The fool now so thrilled would make more demands

Cross me for oats milled sparse watery plain


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Everybody’s gotta learn sometime – Beck

Windmills of your Mind – Sharleen Spiteri

26 thoughts on “My story my guild weaving stars in mane

  1. These are beautiful but I have come to expect no less from your pen…you really are a master of poetic forms and use them so very well in your poetry.

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    • I just found your comment now through the dashboard. Thanks a lot Dajena, I really appreciate your kind words. I am a sucker for sonnets too but as I like writing only when there is a flow I have not written many of those as they don’t come so often. Sometimes I am in full-blown sonnet mode though and recently there was a bit of that 😀

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    • Thank you Marissa 🙂 . This is one version of the Italian Sonnet abba abba cdd cdc. For more information on the sonnet you can visit the page I dedicated to it which regroups all the sonnets I wrote in different types as well as gives at the end some information on the sonnet and a link to read more about it.

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      • Oh yes, I wrote a sonnet once but I don’t think this form. It was 10 lines total. Because I write humor it’s difficult to put the words in such rigid guidelines although I should probably try, to challenge myself.

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        • I think it is always good to challenge oneself. Sonnets are usually 14 lines in total with the sestet at the end usually introducing a different subject or twist on the same subject. I wrote something between sarcasm and humour just before this sonnet and called it “Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor ” written in Shakesperean sonnet form abab cdcd efef gg


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