"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 six
(sonnet attempt # XXI)
XXI
In your eyes, Valentine, reflecting now,
The promise of forever flickering
And ever steadily now heightening,
The realization of our dreams avow,
That passion's flame in my own eyes is how
Thus potently and readily the king
Of ourselves and our affections; a thing
Alive and sweetly true, none disallows.
Alluringly, intoxicating, sweet,
Possession instantaneously taken...
We yield not reluctantly, love's design:
Our hearts, our minds, our all, our lives complete.
What ecstasy and bliss do we now waken....
What wondrous thing is LOVE, sweet Valentine!
15Jan11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 6th, 2011 00:11
- Comment from author about the poem: Uh oh. Does this make any sense? Is the octave really separate from the sestet? Does it follow? Or maybe, can anyone tell me what is inherently the matter with it? I think the title must be the only redeeming portion, for it draws a lot of viewers, but like no commentary.....I blew it this time!
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"Love is all we need"
Thank you for that sweet thought...and thank you very much for commenting!!
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