(sonnet attempt # IX)
IX
A butterfly I sit upon your hand,
A snowflake delicately sweet to you,
A dove soft promising love fore'er true,
A passionate brightly dancing flame and
A mystery unseen as yet, I stand
Now bantering words I may someday rue,
Half eager, hesitating, ingenue,
The trusting eyes, fluttering pulse you fanned
Now hope, misgive, wonder, play, dare to dream,
Give up, excitedly gasp, smile and wait....
To see if this is but a game or real,
If time will prove a new reality,
A realization of our dreams....our fate
Unknown,...as yet in the balance....we feel.
17Dec10
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 22nd, 2010 00:08
- Comment from author about the poem: This latest attempt took at least twice as long to compose as the last(VIII), and is but half as satisfactory (to me).
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Your poem is as beautiful as life itself with its dreams,doubts, hopes, wishes and above all our fate.I have given a ten.I am always liberal with my younger sister
yours elder brother
JVL
Thank you VERY much, my dear elder brother!
Snowflake this piece is absolutely excellent. The way you structure lines 9 and 10 are pure brilliance.
Thank you for telling me, Romeo....and thanks alot for the ten too! You made your wee Snowflake happy!
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