Herbie's Valentine
Snooze, Valentine, where music soaks your bedand troubles die, hastened by smelly flecksof coriander from pommander fledcarried on fan-made winds, the trailing flexslipped safely out of sight with...
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Hi Dave,For a sonnet this strikes me as rather off the cuff."-- where music soaks your bed"Puh-lease! "Invisible - like shy potatoes growingfor us to eat below the very groundwe walk above (though...
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Very nice! Funny, imaginative. I'm sleepy and dopey, somewhat happy, though not sneezy, so please pardon the bullet list. Too tired. Cannot compose full sentences.- Don't like flecks/flex. You...
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I've returned to this one a couple of times over the past few days and I have to say I think you have another winner here, Dave.I like the tinge of surreality and the almost dreamy offhand tone. The...
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Herbie is an alter ego I use sometimes, though he rarely writes sonnets. He's probably an engineer (I can say that, being one myself), is obsessed with detail, very dull, very earnest, humourless...
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Aha! Now -- wasn't I right?! "Sic vive tamquam cras moriturus, sic stude quasi semper victurus."~ Desiderius Erasmus of Rotterdam (1466-1536)
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He's my soulmate! :-)The irony works for me. As I said, there's a Forrest Gump quality to this, but it's intended, which makes all the difference. That bit about the cave of his skull also being the...
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