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Old photographs blanket the table here –
from infant, child, to mother and to gran.
Frozen moments juxtaposed year through year,
like God, see all moments now ‘cross the span.

So much time and water, which having run
the course – sometimes sweet and at times damn mean –
leave wounds and hurt which pock and scar and stun,
clouding what was once bright and clear, serene.

A melancholy settles in the soul.
A pining for the faces which have gone.
A longing for the laughter which made whole.
A sadness for the days like curtains drawn.

On the horizon, there where we are bound,
mystery of departing common ground.

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DAY TWENTY-SEVEN:  27 April

“Remix” a Shakespearean sonnet.

The most difficult part of this assignment was choosing a sonnet.

SO, since this is the 27th day of NaPoWriMo, I chose Sonnet 27.  It is a part of the “Fair Youth” sonnets (1-126), and the first in a group of five sonnets that portray the poet in solitude and meditating from a distance on the young man.

My “sonnet” is one of solitude of an older woman (Unattractive Elder) who is reflecting on her days (which now seem too few and too fast).

O, Cross

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You, just a tree, merely beams of dead wood,
More than any other lifeless part
Elicit response as rightly you should,
Challenging each mortal’s immortal heart.

Weeping some will find sweet release.
Others meet with anger and great scorn.
Some will know a deep and lasting peace.
For others the proverbial nagging thorn.

With you cussing rapper adorns his chest.
Also snow-white dress-clad confirmands.
Some see red while others cry they’re blessed.
A curse-raised fist or praise-lifted hands.

O, Cross, you tool of cruel and brutal death,
That I should find in you eternal breath!

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Writing 201: Poetry
Assignment — Day 7:

Prompt: PLEASURE
Form: Sonnet
Device: Apostrophe

The term sonnet is derived from the Italian word sonetto (from Old Provençal sonet a little poem, from son song, from Latin sonus a sound). By the thirteenth century it signified a poem of fourteen lines that follows a strict rhyme scheme and specific structure. There are several ways to split a sonnet into stanzas, though the most common ones are 8-6 and 4-4-3-3.  Various rhyming schemes are employed in sonnets, like ABAB BCBC CDCD EE, ABAB CDCD EFEF GG, or ABBA ABBA CDC DCD.

Apostrophe (Greek ἀποστροφή, apostrophé, “turning away”) is an exclamatory figure of speech. It occurs when a speaker breaks off from addressing the audience (e.g. in a play) and directs speech to a third party such as an opposing litigant or some other individual, sometimes absent from the scene. Often the addressee is a personified abstract quality or inanimate object. In dramatic works and poetry written in or translated into English, such a figure of speech is often introduced by the vocative exclamation “O”. Poets may apostrophize a beloved, the Muse, God, love, time, or any other entity that can’t respond in reality.

Ummm, “pleasure” and “the cross” are two things that I would not normally put together.  But there is often paradox in the Kingdom of God, who confounds the wise and makes wise the simple.

 God was pleased to have all his fullness dwell in him, and through him to reconcile to himself all things, whether things on earth or things in heaven, by making peace through his blood, shed on the cross.” Colossians 1:20