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TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
by BOKE
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (78-81) SONNETS #82-85 of 154 (86)
INSPIRED-BY/CONCERNING:
BtVS EPISODE #19 (2.07)
"Lie To Me"

ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE) RECAP:
The one where Buffy
is betrayed by an old friend ...
in trade for vamp "life."

 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

SONNETS #82-85 for Tea Time in L.A. #31 -
TOPIC: BtVS#19 Lie To Me

ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ...
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Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #31 - (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 25, 2002, 3:54 PM

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNETS #082-085 of 154
MORE GRAY
(BUFFY'S SLAYER MORALITY)

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 4-sonnet sequence)

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{BVS_082_01.01} "CONSPIRACY," SAID BUFFY when she learned

{BVS_082_01.02} that Angel, Wil, and Xander had aligned

{BVS_082_01.03} behind her back, because they were concerned

{BVS_082_01.04} by what her old friend "Ford" might have in mind.

 
{BVS_082_01.05} A PASSING WORD to frame her attitude

{BVS_082_01.06} towards all the lies that frame her story line --

{BVS_082_01.07} Where lies and good intention may collude

{BVS_082_01.08} while other lies may hide a diff'rent sign.

 
{BVS_082_01.09} NOW EV'RYTHING IS GRAYER THAN BEFORE.

{BVS_082_01.10} THOUGH sweet simplicity would be so nice --

{BVS_082_01.11} to love or hate on sight and not know more

{BVS_082_01.12} than friend or foe. BUT NOW she'll need advice.

 
{BVS_082_01.13} As military judgements now require

{BVS_082_01.14} a lawyer to O.K. when you can fire.


{2}

{BVS_083_02.01} THAT seems a bridge too far to join in verse.

{BVS_083_02.02} The Slayer still decides who she will kill . . .

{BVS_083_02.03} BUT how she feels about it, she'll converse

{BVS_083_02.04} with Giles or Willow . . . "Come on, Buffy, spill . . .

 
{BVS_083_02.05} . . . your thoughts about your quand'ries when it's done --

{BVS_083_02.06} when dust has settled or blood's on the ground . . .

{BVS_083_02.07} the deathly peace that follows when you've won

{BVS_083_02.08} your match again . . . before another round.

 
{BVS_083_02.09} THE FAIRYTALE OF CLARITY appeals

{BVS_083_02.10} to all who have no choice but carry on.

{BVS_083_02.11} So yes, Giles, "lie to me" how honor feels.

{BVS_083_02.12} My clarity account is overdrawn. . . .

 
{BVS_083_02.13} Of course, I won't believe you. I'm too smart.

{BVS_083_02.14} Well, that's my head, it's diff'rent with my heart.


{3}

{BVS_084_03.01} BUT STEPPING BACK FROM INSIDE Buffy''s soul

{BVS_084_03.02} to gaze across this episode's terrain

{BVS_084_03.03} (ignoring, now, the villain's bright lit goal)

{BVS_084_03.04} and noting on the dark repeating plain . . .

 
{BVS_084_03.05} . . . the tumbleweed of jealousy rolls by,

{BVS_084_03.06} and by again, across the diff'rent trails

{BVS_084_03.07} of characters who don't like what they spy.

{BVS_084_03.08} BUT their interpretation often fails . . .

 
{BVS_084_03.09} . . . and so misunderstanding amplifies

{BVS_084_03.10} the monster of their pain from what transpired.

{BVS_084_03.11} For surely, there would be far fewer sighs

{BVS_084_03.12} if better readings of the text had sired . . .

 
{BVS_084_03.13} . . . their version of reality that hurts.

{BVS_084_03.14} (And Angel made the point that truth needs skirts.)


{4}

{BVS_085_04.01} A T.V. DRAMA does not make a case.

{BVS_085_04.02} It's not a sermon aiming at a sin.

{BVS_085_04.03} YET, still, I climb the mountain up one face

{BVS_085_04.04} and try to seek one solitary spin . . .

 
{BVS_085_04.05} . . . amidst this formal verse that pins the rope,

{BVS_085_04.06} and leads me in directions by sheer chance.

{BVS_085_04.07} By this time in four sonnets I lose hope

{BVS_085_04.08} of planting some bright flag on mounts near France . . . {g}

 
{BVS_085_04.09} . . . and so I play around with what is left.

{BVS_085_04.10} This habit is not justified at all.

{BVS_085_04.11} And some might even say that it is theft

{BVS_085_04.12} that I would have the stupefying gall . . .

 
{BVS_085_04.13} . . . to claim these lines count toward one fifty four.

{BVS_085_04.14} To hell with gall. I add this to my score. {G}

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HAIKU CODA

If there was a point
I would have made it by now.
The same goes for Joss.
[ewg]


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