Shakespeare & Me & Bob (Week 5)

Sonnet 44 & Boots Of Spanish Leather…

Willy `•.

“If the dull substance of my flesh were
thought…
Injurious distance should not stop my way…”

Bob `.▪︎’

“I’m sailing away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from
across the sea?
From the place that I’lI be landin'”

Me `.°~

You both make mine sorrow real…
hurting across the night mile… so distant is she…

………………^=t=V`…….🌙→⟂→💧→—→∞’…….~→|→,→—→∞’…`.°’~~~~~~>

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This Isn’t a Poem… It’s a True Story.

A childhood moment I’ve never forgotten..

When I was 5 years old… I wanted to go outside and play..
But my mama said no — because it was storming..
And what Mama says… goes..

Thunderbolt and lightning…
very very frightening…

I stood there at the glass screen door.. watching the storm roll and roar —
and I knew what I needed to do if I wanted to go outside anytime soon..

I wasn’t your typical five-year-old boy..

So I went before my God..

I prayed to Him..
I thanked Him..
I asked for His help..

And then — with the kind of faith only a child can hold —
I spoke with authority to the storm…
and commanded it to stop..

And just like that —
it did..

The wind… the rain… the thunder… the lightning…
ceased immediately..

Sunlight broke the clouds.
Silence fell..
And I walked out into the yard…
to play…

“” I was so much older then… I’m younger than that now …””
— Bob Dylan

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