Vouchsafe (doughty rant)

[antman]

Steadfastly courageous and resolute
I ponder...
When did my word become so lost
archaic and mock-heroic?

My being nothing but weak insignificant
dribble, weak like the dribbling gerunds
that fly fearless with hardy abandon
line by line from my pointer fingers.

Hearing, touching, and feeling, methinks
“Sir Thopas wex (grew) a doughty swain”*
I fain to vow nor ever met a more valiant,
nobler ward, dig one lyek me.

Aye… Such is the way of today so what has
Shakespeare or Chaucer to let?
Dreams, romance and courageous (doughty) love?

antman 01:30:09

*Chaucer

[mfwilkie]

I'm not sure what you're doing here, Ant.

Maggie

[purplejacket]

I think he's looking for his own version of Shakesperian/Chaucerian courage in courtship.

[antman]

Maggie, this is just a rant about how others dismiss words
used by the masters as meaning less. I find some of them interesting
and recycleable even if others don't. To read Chaucer is a challenge
for all poets regardless of their level. Here I defer to my
use of poetic license to express my disdain for overuse
of gerunds in poetry.
Thanks for the read Maggie.

peace and love,
anthony

[mfwilkie]

Ant, I love reading, let's clarify that, trying to read, Chaucer, and I like that you name the masters in this piece.

I'd work on this. Give it some depth.

Maggie