Pantomime
Oh what is love,
But a clever little pantomime?
Garbed equally in brilliant motley
Or black and white rhyme.
A portrait of unsullied glee,
Yet palpable and culpable
Of dastardly connivance and tragedy.
Clever twit delightfully bilingual
In both silence and playful revelry.
Weaving stories and worlds
From expansive nothingness
For the imagineless mind but unfurls
A landscape of richness.
Addled trickster nary a stand.
Content a truthful phoney.
Oh what is love then,
But a beautiful irony?
- sq
Anyone can help me fill up the last two lines? Open to all! Winner gets nothing, except a footnote to say that the two lines are written by you. Haha!
* Too late. I filled them out.
Oh what is love,
But a clever little pantomime?
Garbed equally in brilliant motley
Or black and white rhyme.
A portrait of unsullied glee,
Yet palpable and culpable
Of dastardly connivance and tragedy.
Clever twit delightfully bilingual
In both silence and playful revelry.
Weaving stories and worlds
From expansive nothingness
For the imagineless mind but unfurls
A landscape of richness.
Addled trickster nary a stand.
Content a truthful phoney.
Oh what is love then,
But a beautiful irony?
- sq
Anyone can help me fill up the last two lines? Open to all! Winner gets nothing, except a footnote to say that the two lines are written by you. Haha!
* Too late. I filled them out.
posted by sq @ 6:59 AM
2 Comments:
At 12:56 AM,
Anonymous said…
Well written! But my opinion is that love's more than just a beautiful irony. =)
At 2:52 AM,
sq said…
thank you. perhaps i hadn't experienced the other side that you have. =)
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