(sonnet attempt # VII)
VII
Come now, my love, your back is turned to me.....
And wherefore do you silence keep so long?
I as the dove do mourn now in my song:
Your eyes I long to see, my fears relieve....
Lest cast out of the nest to wander free,
So like the partridge that does not belong,
Who sits on eggs nor hatches them at all,
I wake to find....I can't think what will be!
Am not I yours? Disperse this gloomy cloud;
Bring sunshine and sweet peace to my grey skies....
Illumine my confusion....turn and speak.
'Tis punishment enough you make no sound.
Your favour and your love do give me life,
And all my hopes do fly your face to seek.
24NOV10
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So, I am trying to follow the Italian model/Petrarch,1221,1221,345,345 and did that for the last sonnet attempt. This time I tried to add that seeming essential symbolism/similes and also write it as a "love" piece, which needed imagination.....so like, now I'm wondering whether since it is purely imaginary it lacks the reality to strike a chord in anyone? Ah, another unsuccessful attempt!
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Like it, I reckon it's not easy to write in this structure but youv'e done it proud.
Aw, that is very kind of you, seriously. Thank you very much!
Thumbs up!
Thank you very much!
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