I do not weep when aught are watching, Only die inside, my tears fast falling, Love asked me to watch and I am going blind from watching, dearest Love. I cannot smile right now, please look away Don't still demand of me the time of day. You know my heart's here on my sleeve. That's how I am, and when I bleed then you can look away, or charge me with a fault: I won't apologize, it's not so wrong. Just go your way and lie like they all said to do. I'll weep in silence like I'm meant to do. Half going blind in waiting for dear Love. And you?
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: October 7th, 2024 19:59
- Comment from author about the poem: So, in lieu of posting the two sonnets penned today, both similar to John Milton's Piedmont sonnet unfamiliar to most, here is this scrap for a fusion poem once upon a time. Enjoy if you want. Or not. I wanted my work to be enjoyed as I did and do the work of poets and poetesses past and present. -- Jenny
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Comments4
Brilliant!! I love the creative multiple possibilities of this read. Reading left to right across the page or up and down collums all of which work. Very nice
Awesome
Thank you very much, Tony!
You're welcome
A unique formatting that at first, I must confess, I struggled with .. but then, as my eyes gradually adjusted .. It all became clearer and was enjoyed .. Forgive me but my eyes are not as good as they once were .. and if the truth be told, my left eye has never been right .. Neville
Aww. It's a not so obvious tango of the medium [this site and its formatting] and my vain attempts to rectify what it did with my original. Hope you were able to enjoy it despite that drawback. Thank you for commenting, Sir.
My pleasure entirely Ma'am
An enjoyable read Missy
Thank you much, Ma'am.
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