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Sonnet LXXXII

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Op. 29, no. 1
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What strained touches rhetoric can lend
Are wholly insufficient to describe
The wandering of the years, each bump and bend
Sustained along this path I've walked, the vibe
Of mingled joy and griefs. Those words I lack,
I have not time nor talent nor the skill
To grant just treatment or keep proper track
Of all I gained, and have to increase still.
But all the same, it never gave me pause
Before, the feeling's hardly alien.
With forward movement past the path that was
And towards the future I walk daily in,
I look to loves both old and newly gained
And let their voices lead, however strained.
Based on Shakespeare's 82nd sonnet, "I grant thou wert not married to my Muse."

This is the start of a new sonnet series, "West to East," dealing with transitions, change, and the intersection between old and new. So much has happened this half-year that I find myself truly unable to give voice to it. But I will try. New lands, new adventures, perhaps even a new muse await, even as old promises and old friends bring it all together.
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BATTLEFAIRIES's avatar
Damn that's a clever way to rhyme with 'alien'