Speakeasy 164 “Warning!”
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“Warning!”
There is no warning rattle at the door
for death is sneaky as that mantle clock.
Time cares not for your soul nor will adore
your ruse, excuse nor ruminations shock.
He’s not alarmed if you are sudden ill;
he’ll snub you when and if you rise again.
The punching of his face will render, still,
a careless attitude though you’re in pain!
So live your life, appreciate this Hour.
And, like the early bird, appease old Time.
Momentous rage gives worms an early bower
as haughty love is given to this rhyme.
Be brave and dauntless but respect his hand;
your hourglass is tipping with His sand.
…appease old Time. That’s a line I can chew on for awhile.
Nice.
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He’s a devil: old Time. He’s as tough as reality to deal with. The early bird is not a procrastinator, lol.
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“Momentous rage gives worms an early bower
as haughty love is given to this rhyme.
Be brave and dauntless but respect his hand;
your hourglass is tipping with His sand.”
There is so much passion in this! A fierce take on the prompt.
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I got so many chills reading this.
“Your hourglass is tipping with HIS sand.” Ah! The chills! Well done.
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Thank you Meg. Yes, lol, when you get to my age, you start taking a serious look at “time”.
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Not many folks take on Sonnets these days – my hat is off to you!
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Thanks so much, Splendid! I love writing sonnets. I’ve had lots of practice in the last couple of years.
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I love your last line..”your hourglass is tipping with his sand”. Brilliant! Poignant and breathtaking piece.
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Thank you, Kathy!
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“he’ll snub you when and if you rise again.” Indeed ; )
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Fabulous work, Jackie! I especially love those last four lines. Beautifully done. 🙂
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