The Price of Words

• Artist: Sunafire
• Description: Something to do with identity, class and literature.
  
  Comments and criticism appreciated.
• Date: 11/26/2009
• Tags: price words literature

Funny how Wordsworth lives up to his name,
Not Willy, nor Will (Not even a Bill),
But always William.
I will never write my words under Elizabeth.

And they say in Ireland,
The name means poet or philosopher,
Or something smart.
This here's my glorious form of art,
Though my Father made the name to be,
(Well my mother took it and gave birth to me.)

If me and Will could meet someday,
He would profess the beauty of the world,
My mumblings of roots, identity and time,
Oh and how love is blind.
We'd speak the Queen's English,
Though mine has its flaws,
Much like Keats and his cockney charm,
My RP just scribbled onto my arm.

"Pro-nun-sea-ation has lost it's laws."

Literature wrapped beneath the collar,
My sinking stone will never read scholar.

Comments

[Sunafire]

I guess it's hard to understand if you're not in my English class xD
But thankyou anyway, i'm sure you found your own meaning in it.

[Panic Pirate]

It's odd. I was just randomly browsing and totally didn't expect another entry of yours smile
I absolutely love this; your style has stayed the same and changed all at once- and I love it. It reminds me of poetry from a tam far from now.
And I can never grasp the extent of your words unless I read a second time, which makes it all the more wonderful to read.
I guess I've abondoned Gaia, but will always be here in a sense.
Keep writing; you're the Arena's only hope of great poetry biggrin