The Ides of March

The Ides of March, cruel fate’s Spring Cleaning Day.
Solid walls collapsing around his head.
The day his trusted friends leave him for dead.
Mighty kingdoms burn and dreams die today.
Bull market's passed; today bears rule the fray.
Before the Reaper the strong bow their head.
Mt. Everest's fate? To fall, eroded.
Great ebb, mighty flow, tide into the bay.

Destructive Yin Chi, sharp teeth, bloody horns,
‘Ere Vishnu repairs, Shiva does his worst.
Before a sowing, the garden’s demise.
The sunlight must fade before every morn.
In every blessing, this implicit curse.
For nothing could grow if nought ever dies.

3/15/16
Italian/Petrarchean Sonnet
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Laura Leiser

Date: 3/15/2016 11:10:00 PM

This excellent sonnet is way beyond me, a magnificent write, Tom! Very admirable, indeed. A 7!

Tom Quigley
Date: 3/16/2016 7:38:00 AM

Dunno 'bout that first part, but thanks! Re writing--just keep at it! I feel the same way about some of the stuff I read here.

Walter T. Ashe

Date: 3/15/2016 9:07:00 PM

And he said "Et tu Brute?' Every last line says it all! You Write! Nice one Tom!...the pic is on it!

Tom Quigley
Date: 3/15/2016 10:49:00 PM

Thanks, Walter!

Daniel Turner

Date: 3/15/2016 8:47:00 AM

Tragedy turned into prosperity. Beware the Ides of March my friend, as it has come but not yet gone. Love the classic write my friend. Your knowledge and talent seem to be unmatched. Peace my friend:)

Daniel Turner
Date: 3/15/2016 10:08:00 AM

Truer words were never spoken! There most definitely is a lot of talent here. You're a class act my friend, well worth the price of admission. Peace:).

Tom Quigley
Date: 3/15/2016 9:54:00 AM

Thanks! I'm a fledgling here. So many very talented folks. :-)

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The Ides of March