April 27, 2019

Mediocre, mediocre, mediocre…. but I beg your pardon for I had ten minutes to string a sonnet.

Anyway, today’s prompt by the official NaPoWriMo site: To remix one of Shakespeare’s sonnets.

And here, I used two lines from sonnet – VI to inspire a flow of thoughts in me. Note, I interpreted this poem to my advantage. For, while he uses the word ‘posterity’ in the sense of ‘progeny’, I let the other meaning to the word – ‘future generations’ in general – evoke this web of verses from my mind. So, here you go…




When brown robes devour the youth of grasses

That you lovingly laid by,

And the cherished memoir of your days are corpses,

What winds your tale shall sigh?

Don’t you see what it is that I mean?

You’re a treasure that idleness wasted.

Your effervescent vial of existence unseen,

Your seasoned thoughts untasted.

So wake and drape the world in your art

A hand-woven monument to eternity.

For what could death do if thou shouldst depart

Leaving thee living in posterity?

Too beautiful for the autumn to steal your blooms-

Rekindle your flames in fresh wombs.


I am inviting you all to join me in this venture. Use the prompt given above to craft your own verses.
And oh, be sure to tag me.




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