I love Shakespeare. And sonnets. Skeptics? Notsomuch. This homage to The Bard is a puzzle, too. What see in it, you?
Th’expense of Spirit is wasted shame.
To expect … what? It wastes too-much time
To content their wanting a date or name.
They want for one thing: a contented Mind.
Not savage but ’tis cruel when they don’t trust
They are present, well, and (now) thinking straight
Past feeling hate, hunted, laden with lust
For earthly possessions, pursuits. Too late
They came to find proof. So, in trust here near
They offer dear Truth. Find dear ones aloof,
disbelieving Messengers. Or afeard
of receiving Messages. Or reproof.
How Great Thou Art! But they? O! Pelonius.
BE true Thine They. And WE? No Trick Ponies, US.
Again: What see in it, you?
Love IS — both sides of Heaven!™
PostScripts: Yes, I’m no poet.
And no, I’m no Trick Pony.
ButAND yes, I AM a Medium.
And yes, I see this all the time.
And yes, herein you’ll see Shakespeare’s Sonnet 129.
But no, I don’t “see dead people” — not anymore. Read more about how my Mediumship does work.
Oh, and yes, you can solve this sonnet-as-puzzle. See capital letters for hints. ;) Or, of course, you can wait for Book Three.
Of what? My Musings re ME, of course!
POETRY — PHOTOGRAPHY
TRICK PONIES 129
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