Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
“Dispute not with her: she is lunatic.”
― William Shakespeare, Richard III
Rose on thorny stem
poisoned gift from him
The Cad!
Wretched soul is he
I beg, let me be
struck sad
Within my dark room
cold and eery tomb
quite mad
Yet the fragrance stays
for days after days
dripping
Into the black nights
morning comes in whites
tripping
on brink of insane
enduring the pain
slipping
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Today Grace is hosting at Dverse and is introducing us to a new Poetry form- the Lai and Lai Nouveau. This is my first try at the form. It seems simplistic but is quite tricky.
dVerse: Poetry Form Lai and Lai Nouveau
So dark and clever, morphing the Lai with Shakespeare; loved it–lots of bright word-smithing. You ain’t afraid of no new forms
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Haha! Thank you Glenn.
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Love the quote and slipping from poisoned gift to fragrance that stays. That’s maddening too. Linda,I can imagine you reading this with – The Cad! –
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Perfect! Thanks Grace.
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I added an exclamation point and capitalized Cad. Thank you!
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Shakespeare nauveau. No lai (lie!)
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Thank you!
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You did very well on your poem… slipping into insanity!
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Yes, you got it! Thanks Dwight.
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I like how the morning comes in whites after black nights.
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Thank you Frank.
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This blows me away:
“Yet the fragrance stays
for days after days
dripping
Into the black nights”
the scent clings to her as the madness does
Beautifully articulated, Linda.
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Thank you so much Jade.
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You are welcome 🙂
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Oh not only a madness, but the cause expressed well.
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Thank you Bjorn.
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“The cad!” I like that. Got a chuckle from this one, though in essence it’s not funny. 😮
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Thank you.
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