Finishing Shakespeare

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"What will you do when I'm gone?"
He asked, with his usual warm, selfless way,
Sharing ice chips and Shakespeare,
As we brought in the dawn,
The shadows of night fading
On the pale blue walls
Of the beach house, and seaguls
Meeting on the balcony, frolicking
To the sonatas that called out from the foamy shoreline.

 

As I reached for the washcloth to wipe his brow,
He querped, "Probably go to more yard sales...",
And I smiled a smile,
His jovial verbal caresses
Unveiling a still sensuous glint
Of the timeless rapture
Shared by two people within a single lifetime,
...I sighed,
"Yes, why, of course I will my love", I replied,
And our eyes locked,
As we reveled in the last moments of a sparkle
That had found it's way to light the many years, now
Bidding a quiet and majestic farewell,
"And after that?", he muttered, gasping one last breath...

 

...and then...the warmth of his hand held in mine until cool and ashen.
Wiping the single tear from my cheek, replied,

 

"I shall finish Shakespeare,"

 

             ...as the sparkle left my eye, and found it's way to my heart,

                                     to be tresured for eternity, the part of me that is also him, deep inside.

 

11:30 PM 5/11/2013 ©

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A class! Can't go e wrong

A class! Can't go e wrong with Shakespeare wow! Hugss 


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Love/Eternity/Passion/Life...

Love/Eternity/Passion/Life....nothing else would fit quite right, SSmoothie! Thanks so much, your opinion so valued!! <3


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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True love, till death do us

True love, till death do us part..how beautifully sad, and said. Nice work.

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Thank you, and thanks for

Thank you, and thanks for reading. I was heading to read some of your poems last night but never got to them. They are next on my list. probably tonight!!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "