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Cap and Bells (my version) Cap and Bells (my version) It was plain no plan intended My time had come the over-stayed visit ended A pool life had been unconsecrated to last Now nothing more left than fondness for a past The poet once said, let the blue rose lie Where may my intended rest her head in a sigh I but a jester, no passion to be else Linger in passing twilight of a time Words alone might woo. ….in thought and mind of my friend, Cyrano |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Tony P Spicuglia On Date: 2012-11-22 10:28:46
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I don’t know why, but this poem made me think heavily on Ayn Rand’s book The Fountainhead. Maybe Dominque would have an answer for the –wooing-. Lord knows Rudyard Kipling never did.
Of me and the piece- as usual with your nebulous mystery; I can apply it to many venues. Once thing is certain, whether the author speaks of his own heart, or observes the constraints of another, even in decision ambiguity remains in substance.
Of yoru lines, the three joined as triplets in a slower ballad –overstayed visit- – than fondness for the past – and –linger in passing twilight- make the point of great times and umbilical connection.
I enjoyed the read.