I dreamt the door looked out upon treetops and I could walk out on blue sky and cloud and see the world as would a tall cyclops. I dreamt the door looked out upon treetops, but in my dream I plunged into the copse. Sky walking proved more dream than was allowed. I dreamt the door looked out upon treetops, but could I walk out to blue sky and cloud?
Antibodies tell other from I. A thing my brain can't always do. To unbid guests they're never shy -- antibodies fight other not I. If It seems odd, they'll freely pry, to ID that old sneaky Flu. Antibodies tell other from I - a thing my brain can't always do.
I opened up a book to a strange land.
A storied portal let me travel through,
and I looked down an unknown city’s strand.
I’d opened up a book to a strange land.
Here, ironically, all great books were banned
to keep the locals home and quite subdued.
I opened up a book to a strange land;
a storied portal let me travel through.
[A triolet is a poetic form of eight lines (or using 8-line stanzas) in which a rhyme scheme of ABaAabAB is employed — where the capital letters involve lines that are repeated verbatim and the lower case lines are new. So, though the stanza is eight lines, there are only five unique lines and just two rhymes per stanza.
Leandra was the name of a much courted beauty whose story features in the penultimate chapter of the first volume of Don Quixote. After being duped into an elopement that was — in fact — a robbery, she was sent away to a convent. Many of the men who pined after her ended up as shepherds and goatherds, spending their days alternately cursing and defending the gorgeous Leandra.]
Bemoaning true beauty’s raw loss.
Swains retreat to the goatherd life,
as happens when the loins are boss.
They decry true beauty’s raw loss,
as their idle stones gather moss,
they mope of the lost scenic wife.
Bemoaning true beauty’s sad loss.
Swains retreat to the goatherd life.