𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸
𝘑𝘰𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦
𝘊𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥
𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴
𝘝𝘢𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘨𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘥
𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴
𝘐 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘥
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺
𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘞𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦
𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦
𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘈 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺
𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩
𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧, 𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘛𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘯
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘺
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺
𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦
𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
- Author: Dove (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 1st, 2023 12:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Sonnet... Wishing you all well.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 24
Comments4
A haunt of a read and so clearly expressed --- a moving write Dove and thank you for sharing it.
Thank you kindly Fay. I appreciate your the read
A sensitive write Dove.
No dark joke from me - 'Ear, ear, Van Gogh!'
Thank you Orchidee, I appreciate the read. Nice pun
There's a joke, which is not a joke - he would still be able to hear, even with cutting off one of his outer ears! Some say he wouldn't be able to hear. Doh!
'𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦
𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯'
Let's be honest here - should read:
As 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦
𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
Because you are one as evidenced in your smooth beautiful lines, Dove.
Thanks for the tip, much appreciated. Woo hoo
You just confirmed and simultaneously helped prove that an old fella like me can do two things at once .. firstly, as I read each one of these words slow and drank them in .. I found myself thinking and correspondingly wishing that nothing untoward had befallen you .. and that your fine poem is rather the product of your increasingly well wielded pen .. 💕
Aww! I'm fine , but I surely can still taste the past. Thanks for your heartfelt comment. ❤❤❤
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