This is a picture I took looking out from a window in Shakespeare's childhood home.Hark! who looks out yonder window with woe
A lover’s quarrel of footprints in snow
‘Tis lost thy source which aches within thy heart
Though world has warned by calling thee a tart
Ignored thy ignorant words spit out of spite
Found thee defending that grew into a fight
Is thou love really a harlot in disguise,
Or how thee praised with acts of idolized?
How shall thee find the answer to thy prayers
To silence forever along with thy tears?
I wrote this for fun. I am sure... no I'm positive I misused 'thy' and 'thee,' and the more I searched for a definition each link wound up confusing me more. I'd love to hear your thoughts and *clears throat* corrections on my usage.
Have a great day and week! If I'm not back in time, you can start the Thanksgiving dinner without me. Happy Thanksgiving!
Looks good to me! I like the last two lines, they're a little sad. Enjoy the holiday, Happy Thanksgiving!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joanne. Happy Thanksgiving to you too! Gobble, Gobble! Yes, that's what I'll be doing the whole day. :D
ReplyDeleteHey, Bea, strange but I just wrote a poem yesterday using the words 'parting is such sweet sorrow'... And Author Scoop just published it!!
ReplyDeleteI love, lurvers this poem and the picture is a great visual that goes well!
Happy Thanksgiving, (((sweetie)))!
Hey Kimmi, How about that. Congrats on the publishing. I'm glad you lurves my poem and I love that picture. No one was supposed to take pictures inside his house, but I don't always listen.
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving to you. Tell the Family I said hello. :)