(sonnet attempt #LIII)
LIII
I've no time to manage more than myself,
Nor reason to play someone else. This craze
Of alter-egos where each masquerades
As someone so unlike their own real self
Disturbs me, admittedly. I'd shelve
Them all, but hey! We're free. Let be. Nor raise
I now a war against such, see? Charades
Abound online 'tis true. So then I'll delve
The possibility for why: esteem
Far greater than our own wee selves we find
As someone else. The rose so sweet supreme
Reigns queen. The thistle as a weed opined,
Reversing Juliet's line, did scheme:
The throne her goal. What better alibi?
17Mar11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Perhaps all of us at one time or another have masqueraded as someone we are not. Like the time my laryngitis was so bad and my roommate was going on a date; I went to another friend's room and called my roommate, ...you guessed it! As if I was her date! I think I at least half-succeeded too. But somehow in the wild world of the web, I am more leery of folk masquerading. Maybe I am too hard on the imposters?
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
This is a beautiful poem and it's wonderful to see such a beautiful person write it.
Thank you Monseigneur Humble! Wee me, appreciates your flattery, as usual!
My gosh. That was an awesome poem! Your words are really clever, and how you wrote and organized it is super cool (*^*)
Thank you very much; I am glad you enjoyed it and appreciated your kind critique!
not bad loved the way you end it it with a question
Thank you very much, I enjoyed and appreciated your comment!
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