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One Poet to Another And when you pen your lines remember this: Not all will see exactly what you meant. Some sell their souls for ink, some for a kiss. But if we misconstrue the meaning sent From those whose souls are stained, whose lips are wet, We are the fools who dance in tasseled hats And buy those checkered shirts just to forget That we are only verbal acrobats Who balance word and phrase on tip of chin, Who tightrope walk upon iambic feet, Who juggle thoughts of love and pain and sin, And somersault a line as we repeat The very sin whose blame we've cast on them, And thus become ourselves what we condemn. **BE SURE TO READ THE ADDITIONAL NOTES** |
Additional Notes:
"**BE SURE TO READ THE ADDITIONAL NOTES**" is not intended to be part of the work...
This work is a "Team" sonnet. The first four lines, through "But if we misconstrue..." were written by Gene Dixon in a critique of "Unlike the Daily Deeds that Dull the Mind". I responded to back finishing the 4th line and adding the second quatrain; Gene responded back with the third quatrain; I ended the sonnet with the final couplet.
Most amazing is the fact that Gene and I are pretty much agreed on the meaning of this sonnet about "meaning".
This little experiment was wonderful fun. I'm not quite sure of its poetic implications but, if anyone else wants to play this game, let me know.
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