Dispatching the flowers of verse, verse Mine!
I love your Brown Eyes. Don't they make me Blue
when I see they are Filled with Tears of Truth
that fall without Witness, without Protection.
Yet, you are My Verse still a Prisoner
of Vanity that Squelches its Finer
Sisters, that Digs at the Eyes of Justice.
Just like Sarah Palin without Diamonds,
Guns, or Breast Augmentation, a Fallen
Pompoudor! A sad Crown with no Blossoms.
For Jealousy? There are Better Reasons
than Envy. Such as have you Heard a Poet
came out to Greet Me and wearing a Lei
of Wildflowers, Smile Subversive?
http://americansappho.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-ex-rey-pound-carbon-verse-sound.html
http://americansappho.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-ex-rey-pound-carbon-verse-sound.html
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.
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