I Maunt Sleep When The Sun Shines Is't?
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMCCCLXXXVI)
Ere that the day melts off or is lost hence
To night, while mem'ries linger yet, though frail
As dearest light, or dreams thus swallow pale
Joys' sweetness, oh! What should I say? Suspense
Tricked out by children's happy voices dense
In pleasures begs I linger to avail
My soul before the darkness steals aught, hale
With what, precisely, that I want defense?
I am confused, half clinging to as t'were
These measures like I could retain them to
What, eh? Restore my soul?! The war in tour
Waged 'cross the years, unseen but never new,
Leaves littered corpses wind cannot bestir
To life afresh 'cept Thou, LORD, save us too.
29MAY23
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When you know you'd more or less agreed to attempt to write a sonnet daily, and you've failed to do so AND retired to bed...what should you do? I suddenly realized that I could begin a sonnet on my phone if I wrote it as a draft email. Ergo this. Enjoy?
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Comments1
A most wonderful write that deserves far more reads that this. It rings with such a classical tone and feels rich and golden. Lovely
Ooh la! Thank you so VERY much! The hidden implications which strike discerning readers are rarely or never caught by the casual passerby.
Yes so true sad to say I have noticed this also. Even regular readers often miss much
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