in tatters

Words4jp's Blog

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i rip words off of tattered pages

then

spill them on unblemished paper

and

what is left

are

bits

and

parts

of

me

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what i write is not always pretty ~

it cannot be

because

i am not

but

what i do write is real ~

~ it is real ~

~ it is who i am ~

~ it is me ~

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Thy Splendor – Sonnet 32

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Thy Splendor

An Ode to Thee would Shine in Splendid Language,
If Language were as Splendid as Thou Art,
But failing to Catch the Splendor of Thy Visage,
I Shall Stay my hand from making the feeble start.
For when those words profane Thy Beauty’s Splendor,
And cast a shadow to Thy Splendid Name,
Cursed be the Hand that wrote such vile stanzas,
For words could Thy Splendor Never Tame.
Yet if such Splendor could in mere words be Praised,
And Given Illustrious Glimmer by my Hand,
Then let this Heart filled with Thy Splendor’s Virtue
Be over Zealous in writing, Profuse and Grand.
Thy Splendor’s Might is All This Heart Does Know
And All by feeble Attempt, This Hand to Show.

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~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Cindy Grundsten

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