no_takebacks | DPP: The Poetry of Pilots

Greetings and salutations, 'shipper nation! This is Amy, known on your internets as

ninjamonkey73, and I'm driving the DPP bus this week. Sit back and enjoy the ride...

I really enjoyed the last time we had a poetry post, so I've resurrected it in a giant tub of Cylon goo.

Know a really great piece of poetry that reminds you of Kara? Lee? Pilot!love? Feel like writing one? Come one, come all! Rhyme, don't rhyme. Play with meter, stanzas, punctuation. Write a limerick, a haiku, an epic. Quote a favorite. Whatever, as long as it's even remotely poetry. And if it ties into a specific moment or arc for you, tell us about it.

I will kick things off with Shakespeare's Love Sonnet #145:

Those lips that love's own hand did make
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate,"
To me that languished for her sake.
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet.
"I hate" she altered with an end
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who, like a fiend,
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw.
And saved my life, saying "not you."

When I read this, all I could think of was how it makes me think of Scar, from "What about us?" through the slap-kiss. But, sadly, that's the extent of my ability to quoth established poetry.

What ya' got?