posted on Apr, 25 2008 @ 08:32 AM
Alas not reply nor flag in this forgotten thread. For it saddens me to see not merriment nor accompaniment to mine aforementioned thought. Be there
none that hear the call? Nay but a single post doth this page have writ.
This thread doth it stench of vile rot and decay? Nay for word it is and not deed. Send not thine reply upon its door? Alas but one enumeration cast
upon this thread be my own. Tis this comedy became tragedy in it's infancy.
Pray I to thee ones that frequent this hallowed place to riposte, for love is mine for word to write, and thus to revel in imaginations of thine.
To share of spark imaginations manifest, say not I a fool nor clown, be it so apparently true. I beg not for accolade, nay, but I seek and sought
fortitude of brotherhood from those whom write in prose as alike to the bard or Poe.
Be ye not a poet ashamed. No rhyme required nor perfect act. But for levity be required only.
Shalt not thus a conversation ensue? To writ and re-whit perhaps, for is there none that a story have, that may write thee as such? To tale be told as
bard or Poe, for is it yes, be it too much to ask?
But nay I say as I write thus. Complex not the olden tongue. For to speak plainly wrought many a poet to despair. And thus asunder they lay, with page
and pen doth hast done them in.
For now a generation hence, the poets pen replaced by key. As the artists brush, photo shop hath become it's surrogate. Be now then to remain silent
and cast not anew the olden tongue as to art?
For none a tale to be told? None among you to write as such? My heart doth sadden and break, as to see shakespeare lie in his walled grave. For I have
seen his bust and plaque. There in Stratford on Avon he yet now cries, for the art that was his plays surely not hath ended.
For not I ask for play or poem, but story hence a discord and congress be met. Perhaps I spake not for thee, perhaps to ask what of their work hast
thee in amusement partook? Hath thee a favorite work from the bard or Poe that thee saw thyself within? For perhaps to tell this tale hence, as to
ignite our imaginations, and breath life into woe olden tongue once more as to poetry or play.
What say thee?