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lit_luminary) wrote2008-08-02 07:59 am
lit_luminary) wrote2008-08-02 07:59 am
A Slew of Sonnets...
Continuing Operation: Collected Works with a post full of Shakespearian (English) sonnets, all House-related. Any and all feedback is richly appreciated.
Aftermath
She hates the accusation in his eyes
And hates more still his look of bitter pain
And how she proved his credo about lies
And yet would choose to do it all again.
There was no other way! Why can’t he see
That he is better off crippled than dead?
And yet his hatred makes her want to flee:
It’s true no good deed goes unpunishéd.
She sacrificed his love to save his life,
She made the call that he refused to make;
But now she cannot seem to quell the strife
Between when he condemns her heart’s mistake.
Fine: then let him blame, and she’ll regret—
Sometimes her choice; sometimes the day they met.
She hates the accusation in his eyes
And hates more still his look of bitter pain
And how she proved his credo about lies
And yet would choose to do it all again.
There was no other way! Why can’t he see
That he is better off crippled than dead?
And yet his hatred makes her want to flee:
It’s true no good deed goes unpunishéd.
She sacrificed his love to save his life,
She made the call that he refused to make;
But now she cannot seem to quell the strife
Between when he condemns her heart’s mistake.
Fine: then let him blame, and she’ll regret—
Sometimes her choice; sometimes the day they met.
Aftermath (Coda)
This is the ending that the pain begins:
A choice no lover should have had to make,
An ashen phoenix, cloaked in might-have-beens
And knowing that to rise is a mistake.
Through labyrinthine pathways veiled in white,
Memory moves as silent as a ghost:
He doesn’t need the clarity of light
To lead him where he wants to be the most.
Why is it that his wings now fail to hold?
Why was it that he dared believe her lie?
And why is it that, as his heart turns cold,
His one conviction is a wish to die?
A little ache—now, what terrible cost!
He knows, tries not to count how much he’s lost.
This is the ending that the pain begins:
A choice no lover should have had to make,
An ashen phoenix, cloaked in might-have-beens
And knowing that to rise is a mistake.
Through labyrinthine pathways veiled in white,
Memory moves as silent as a ghost:
He doesn’t need the clarity of light
To lead him where he wants to be the most.
Why is it that his wings now fail to hold?
Why was it that he dared believe her lie?
And why is it that, as his heart turns cold,
His one conviction is a wish to die?
A little ache—now, what terrible cost!
He knows, tries not to count how much he’s lost.
Neverborns
Her house stands quiet and she is alone
On one side of cold sheets in bed at night;
In her career she’s risen and she’s shone
But now she wonders if her choice was right.
The pregnant moon casts light upon the floor;
Her hand falls low, over her womb to press—
Still empty, empty, empty—she’ll endure
And hope that one day the pain will be less,
That next moon will bear hope instead of blood,
The neverborn she couldn’t keep or hold.
When dreams are lost, a heated crimson flood,
She can’t say their loss doesn’t leave her cold.
But still she tries, her faith fragile but true,
For didn’t Rachel manage to bear two?
Note: The Rachel in question is the Biblical one, who struggled for years to conceive before finally giving birth to Joseph, and years later, Benjamin.
Her house stands quiet and she is alone
On one side of cold sheets in bed at night;
In her career she’s risen and she’s shone
But now she wonders if her choice was right.
The pregnant moon casts light upon the floor;
Her hand falls low, over her womb to press—
Still empty, empty, empty—she’ll endure
And hope that one day the pain will be less,
That next moon will bear hope instead of blood,
The neverborn she couldn’t keep or hold.
When dreams are lost, a heated crimson flood,
She can’t say their loss doesn’t leave her cold.
But still she tries, her faith fragile but true,
For didn’t Rachel manage to bear two?
Note: The Rachel in question is the Biblical one, who struggled for years to conceive before finally giving birth to Joseph, and years later, Benjamin.
Termination
He knew that his fellowship had to end—
At least someday—but still did not expect—
Could it be that House is playing pretend?
Some test, or puzzle pieces to connect?
But no…he knows, at least, the truth from lies,
And House is pushing him out of the nest.
And as much as he hurts, wants to despise
He knows, too, that his mentor must know best.
All right, so he’s unsettled by the change
And isn’t quite sure where he’s meant to go,
But he’s also—and can’t help but find it strange—
Somehow certain to move on is apropos.
He’s learnt from House to stand in his own right.
If he’s been pushed, he’ll make that push a flight.
He knew that his fellowship had to end—
At least someday—but still did not expect—
Could it be that House is playing pretend?
Some test, or puzzle pieces to connect?
But no…he knows, at least, the truth from lies,
And House is pushing him out of the nest.
And as much as he hurts, wants to despise
He knows, too, that his mentor must know best.
All right, so he’s unsettled by the change
And isn’t quite sure where he’s meant to go,
But he’s also—and can’t help but find it strange—
Somehow certain to move on is apropos.
He’s learnt from House to stand in his own right.
If he’s been pushed, he’ll make that push a flight.
Existentialism
He can’t believe in destiny or fate,
Much less in paradise beyond a veil—
Mortality’s what makes the heroes great:
Their willingness to stand and face the gale
Although they know they’ll die. He won’t believe
In what he cannot measure, touch or see;
The masses’ opiate, meant to deceive
All hinges on inscrutability.
Why choose to think that life is just a test,
Some intricate and ineffable game?
Better to shine on Earth and do one’s best,
Make fleeting life a blazing comet’s flame.
Don’t talk to him of faith: there was no light,
No meaning there to find—and he was right.
He can’t believe in destiny or fate,
Much less in paradise beyond a veil—
Mortality’s what makes the heroes great:
Their willingness to stand and face the gale
Although they know they’ll die. He won’t believe
In what he cannot measure, touch or see;
The masses’ opiate, meant to deceive
All hinges on inscrutability.
Why choose to think that life is just a test,
Some intricate and ineffable game?
Better to shine on Earth and do one’s best,
Make fleeting life a blazing comet’s flame.
Don’t talk to him of faith: there was no light,
No meaning there to find—and he was right.
Psyche
They do not understand, and never will
The maze of corridors that is his mind
And how he has to move, cannot stand still
Within their standards, molded and confined.
Maybe they think that they can pin him down,
And classify the wounds, or vital spark
That sheer tenacity will not let drown
Though waves of pain would drag it to the dark.
He doesn’t smile, keeps his heart locked tight
And buried in a box with hidden key—
His penetrating gaze inspires fright:
How dare they even try to set it free?
Safer to sneer in face of all the world
And keep his secrets gathered close and furled.
They do not understand, and never will
The maze of corridors that is his mind
And how he has to move, cannot stand still
Within their standards, molded and confined.
Maybe they think that they can pin him down,
And classify the wounds, or vital spark
That sheer tenacity will not let drown
Though waves of pain would drag it to the dark.
He doesn’t smile, keeps his heart locked tight
And buried in a box with hidden key—
His penetrating gaze inspires fright:
How dare they even try to set it free?
Safer to sneer in face of all the world
And keep his secrets gathered close and furled.
Reasons
No one can understand why he would choose
To have House (bastard, cynic) as his friend
Or why he feels he has so much to lose
When he sees specters of the coming end.
It’s why he tries and tries—to no avail—
To make him see the error of his ways,
But alas! he knows why those efforts fail:
House will be House until the end of days.
And so he plays the heart to his friend’s mind
And sees the human glimmer buried deep,
Behind the barriers, steel-strong, designed
The scars on his soul to protected keep.
He knows whence they came, and why they are there
And hopes to ease the pain with quiet care.
No one can understand why he would choose
To have House (bastard, cynic) as his friend
Or why he feels he has so much to lose
When he sees specters of the coming end.
It’s why he tries and tries—to no avail—
To make him see the error of his ways,
But alas! he knows why those efforts fail:
House will be House until the end of days.
And so he plays the heart to his friend’s mind
And sees the human glimmer buried deep,
Behind the barriers, steel-strong, designed
The scars on his soul to protected keep.
He knows whence they came, and why they are there
And hopes to ease the pain with quiet care.
Subtext
What he has tried thus far will not suffice—
Just how is it that House’s brilliant mind
(Sharp as a razor blade and edged with ice)
Can see all else, but to his hints be blind?
Perhaps the time has come to take a chance,
To risk it all in hopes of greater gain,
Finally stop the endless circled dance—
But oh, he cannot think of loss’s pain.
The brush of shoulders, the catching of eyes;
The subtle signals all are there, it’s true,
Though years of friendship act as a disguise—
But if he’s wrong, what is there he can do?
Someday, he vows, he’ll find the strength to dare
To look at House and say aloud, “I care.”
What he has tried thus far will not suffice—
Just how is it that House’s brilliant mind
(Sharp as a razor blade and edged with ice)
Can see all else, but to his hints be blind?
Perhaps the time has come to take a chance,
To risk it all in hopes of greater gain,
Finally stop the endless circled dance—
But oh, he cannot think of loss’s pain.
The brush of shoulders, the catching of eyes;
The subtle signals all are there, it’s true,
Though years of friendship act as a disguise—
But if he’s wrong, what is there he can do?
Someday, he vows, he’ll find the strength to dare
To look at House and say aloud, “I care.”
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