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    A sonnet inspired by Keith Kimberly who asked our poetry group "to relax with a candle and, while meditating by that flickering light, see what spell that flame casts upon your imagination."

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    A sonnet inspired by Keith Kimberly who asked our poetry group "to relax with a candle and, while meditating by that flickering light, see what spell that flame casts upon your imagination."

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    In Black, Shadow Puppets Dance - A Sonnet

    Încărcat de

    Guy Duperreault
    A sonnet inspired by Keith Kimberly who asked our poetry group "to relax with a candle and, while meditating by that flickering light, see what spell that flame casts upon your imagination."

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    In Black, Shadow Puppets Dance - A Sonnet

    by Guy Duperreault inspired by Kimberly Keith

    In black, shadow puppets dance with the light


    That leaps in bounds to fire a new year born.
    Wick'd stories fill with dread an endless night
    Of starry dreams dreamt once but now stillborn.

    But how the gilt flames o'er leap these limits!


    They tickle hearts open with glitt'ring scenes
    Of thick plated truths, gold carded credits,
    Hip hopping livers and bilious spleens.

    I stare and stare. And to my dark eyes' chagrin


    Sharp smoke caresses and brings to them tears.
    When I blink through the brine my mind starts to spin
    A tale of two halves – my mask-face and fears.

    The flickering night has caught spots in my mind,


    Spots black in my mind my mind minds to find.

    2008.12.29

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