Day 28 of NaPoWriMo.
My poem
Secret agent
Invisible to cameras on the walls I float through guarded rooms like butterflies Disarming bombs by cutting colored wires Slowly creep to keep from getting caught
Featured poem
A classic by Big Willie.
Sonnet III
by William Shakespeare
Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest Now is the time that face should form another; Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry? Or who is he so found will be the tomb, Of his self-love to stop posterity? Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime; So thou through windows of thine age shalt see, Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time. But if thou live, remember'd not to be, Die single and thine image dies with thee.