"A Fortnight of Valentines"---my latest (crazy)whimsy....a collection of sappy sonnet (attempts), fraught with redundancy, and so hastily executed and crafted by imaginative fancy as to hopefully not be too repulsive to the reader. And yes, fairly UNedited, presently.
Day five
(sonnet attempt # XXXIII)
XXXIII
No battle of wills, but a lovely thing,
Belonging to you defines me anew.
A daughter, and sister, my own bear too,
Now you call me "Mine", identifying
We are together now in ev'rything:
I'm not just me, you're no longer just you,
It's "us" and "we" now in whate'er we do,
Grand new horizons thereby unfolding.
A new day, birds singing, the winter is past,
Sun's shining brightly, a whispering breeze
Foretells in the mists swirling....hearts entwine
Like vines and tenaciously e'er hold fast;
And e'en when battered by tumultuous seas
Remain claspt fore'er.....I'm thine, Valentine!
26Jan11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: So Petrarch reportedly edited and reworked every one of his famed exquisite masterpieces, nor would let them be seen until he'd perfected each....and, well, I wrote, kept the first two lines and rewrote the octave...erased the entire two tries...except the initial first two lines, and this is my third attempt...and unsatisfactory still....and initially it seemed so promising too....
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Comments1
Good stuff!
Thank you very much for your vote of confidence! I'm still struggling with wondering if it's much good at all. Thanks again!
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