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Same Old/Same Old/Slightly Shaken (Cento to Tempus Fugit)

September 27, 2012


Same Old/Same Old/Slightly Shaken
(Cento to Tempus Fugit)

Had we but world enough and time,
I would compare thee to a summer’s day.
But Time’s winged chariot hurrying near–
Pray, help me undo this button.

Plunge your hands in the
wherefore base–
the flag of my disposition of hopeful
clay and wattles made.

While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
and time yet for a hundred indecisions,
arms could lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
But rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
and never, never, never, never, never
is icumen’ in,
So come live with me and be my love.
Ripeness is all. And now.

The above is posted from my iPhone for the dverse poets pub – — prompt by Samuel Peralta to write a cento, which is a collage of lines from other poets. Mine is an amalgam from Shakespeare– King Lear and summer’s day sonnet– and Andrew Marvell, W.H. Auden, Walt Whitman, W. B. Yeats, Ezra Pound, T.S. Eliot, Christopher Marlowe.

The photo has a lurking bit of the living in the midst of all those dried beautiful folios (leaves) and happened to be on my phone.