2004-12-29
Origami Kisses
Sometimes simple pictures and humble pieces of art, represent a grander story than they reveal at first glance. Let me tell you three such stories in verse form, represented by modest art.
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Sonnets and Spells A spell upon thine heart, cast by sonnet writ with enchanted pen The lovely lady fallen. The precious lad dumbfounded What mischievous enchanter! Who wot his designs by binding souls with string of lute? Heart on her lips, and soul within her eyes,- Beppo, Lord Byron |
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Etched in Puddles of Melting Ice My heart doth melt under thy fiery words The ice of fear and bitterness nigh drowning mine wandering feet and thine Yet in the puddles my eloquent pen rolls by And with it, I might express the heaving surgence within my breast For o! What can touch me to my core, when the heavy wall of ice is gone! What happiness can be found in our reflection side by side, in that puddle that remains of the only burthen which stood fast twixt our aching hearts |
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Constance Constance is a sweetly maid She sits in her warm home by the bright sunny window, ever stitching lace to grace handkerchiefs for her lord's lance. Many a year has her lord been apart from her, yet she ever waits for him When the pompous suitors come to steal her comely beauty away, with riches and amour, She pushes them away, for her heart is yet placed by her lord's feet Wherever he may be. Constance will always wait for him. She sits by the window, she watches by the road Ever Constant. Ever True. She knows that one day, he will return. |