Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Holy Week Pause

When Triduum comes to the door
Take time to look at the floor.
If myst'ry does keep
Its power so deep,
Then nothing can say any more.

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Your comment is welcome by me.
As long as a lim'rick it be.
By God if it's not,
It's going to rot
In some com. box down under the sea.

I've found that the sonnet of love
Speaks softer than wings of a dove.
If Shakespeare found time
To write ev'ry rhyme,
You can also write verse from above.

(i.e., all comments must be in limerick, English sonnet, or another poetic form (not free verse
per se).)