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Unread 02-12-2024, 05:46 PM
Michael Cantor Michael Cantor is offline
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I guess it's come down to you and me, Ralphie - two ancient codgers (but I'm a bit more ancienter) swapping brags and tales. Here's a monorhryme sonnet (I love monorhymes - you don't have to worry about using your rhyming dictionary) from my second book, Furusato.

Above Fat Papa's Bar in Casablanca

Café on the veranda: Ilsa sleek,
her hair now set off by a silver streak,
as beautiful as ever, still a chic
and polished avatar of high-boned cheek.

The room appeared as if we’d spent a week
in bed instead of just one night – the reek
of sex and flat champagne, two flutes, all shriek
of carnal, sweat-drenched, sweet reunion; pique
my appetite for more.
................................. But she seems bleak:
“It won't work, Rick. You've lost the old mystique,
and turned into an aging film-crazed geek –
a droning and obsessive one-note freak.”
She turns to leave, but not before I speak,
“We'll still have Paris, kid, and that was magnifique!”

Last edited by Michael Cantor; 02-13-2024 at 10:36 AM.
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