Rhythm and Rhyme Workshop
(9/27/2008 3:07:00 AM)
THE ANCIENT TREE OF POETRY (Shakespearan Sonnet)
Deeply rooted trees can never be slain,
Beheaded though they be by super-storms.
With roots intact, the stumps will sprout again;
Ere long, the trees regain their former forms.
From stubs spring out the hydra-headed shoots,
Which boughs become whilst they gradually grow,
Revived and raised afresh by robust roots.
In time the leaves, flowers and fruits too follow.
No diff'rent is the age-old Poesy-tree
Whose roots tightly grip tradition's soil.
By Fashion's force although it broken be,
Like stretched springs let loose, the roots recoil
Under the trunk, to catapult much higher,
Phoenix branches spreading like wild-fire!
Comment of the Day
- Time Of Death
The dead and dying are everywhere.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought
a massacre had taken place. There...