The sporadic ramblings of Emily C. A. Snyder - devoted to God, theatre, writing, and much randominity.

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Artistic Director and Co-Founder of TURN TO FLESH PRODUCTIONS. | Author of "Nachtstürm Castle," "Niamh and the Hermit." | Playwright: "Cupid and Psyche," "Math for Actors." | Classical director and educator.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

A Sonnet a Day

As the proverb does not go.

  • Within the poet's arsenal of dots
    And lines and dashes, none is so fine
    (At least to my mind) as the apost-
    rophe perchance is. What was once thine
    Can become mine with this humble mark
    Hung o'er. And what was base, or commonplace,
    Is much better than befo'ere. What is a lark
    But something stark and easily erased -
    Unless fore'er in evenin' air he gains
    Anothers' place. But much is this brave glyph
    Abused in ev'ry lover's songs' 'n' s'trains;
    Foreshort'ning words to those absurd: Terrif',
    Fabu', and p'ain. O! Cherish this small sign,
    My love! By 'postrophe, my poor heart's thine.

    Mood: Better, now that Jules happened. (Very true, Pooh.)
    Music: "You Spin Me 'Round" from the Happy Hamlet Warm-Up Playlist
    Determination: To betake me on more day trips this summer!

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