BARBS WITH THE BARD

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BARD'S SHARDS

 

More of your conversation

would infect my brain.                     Coriolanus (Act 2, Scene 1)

 

I find myself hiding

in the shadows

and hoping the brush

keeps me obscured

 

Thine forward voice, now,

 is to speak well of thine friend;

thine backward voice is

to utter foul speeches and to detract.          The Tempest (Act 2, Scene 2)

 

your words whispering

in a reckless wind

searing words betray my trust

as I learn exactly

what you really think of me

 

Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.                     Measure For Measure (Act 3, Scene 1)

 

and the revelation

shakes me to the core

they say you learn

who your friends really are

and apparently I did.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An imaginery conversation with Bill.

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