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The Notion of Privacy: Spenserian sonnet

A private notion turns to public act
when it is witnessed by someone outside
your circle; once unloosed, it won’t come back.
These days, it quickly wends its way world-wide.

Your signal will of course be amplified;
within a moment’s span, your words extend
forever – an opinion, glorified
no matter whether real or let’s pretend.

A single line of text can make a friend,
or spawn a heartless legion filled with hate;
and no apology nor logic can defend
your thoughts, undo your speech. Too late,

expression, like an arrow through the air,
seeks out its target and is buried there.

02 JUN 2017

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The Gift of Life: a modified Spenserian sonnet

A precious gift is life; and how we use
each moment tells just what we think it’s worth:
a wasted dawn is reproof of our birth,
and consequences that we can’t refuse.

There is no misplaced talent on this earth,
for with each voice a different song is heard;
and it is never useless or absurd.
So sing it out with joy and endless mirth!

To those who mutter, “life is only merde,”
I say, go fertilize your garden bed.
There is no point in living when you’re dead,
so seize each day and give it living words.

For life is made of each of our intents;
against that thought, none can bring evidence.

25 NOV 2002

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