"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 seven
(sonnet attempt # XXXV)
XXXV
The fire called "love," that meeting in our eyes
And titillating fancy, happ'ly burns,
(Consuming thereby what we each once were)
Intriguing in its origin, defies
Explanation. The answer gratifies
Our vanity, when seeking, it discerns
We each fit for the other must concur.
Decided thus, extinction e'er denies.
Or does it? If 'tis love, it does, I'd say.
Love never ceases. Let ours burn and grow,
Surpassing all we ever dreamed; enshrine
You in my heart fore'er....'tis done now, yea;
Love's fire consumed you and me, changed us both:
And for that you call me mine, Valentine!
27Jan11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 7th, 2011 00:05
- Comment from author about the poem: Trying to match a concluding octave and half sestet from another sonnet, birthed this entirely new one.....if it looks related to another one, maybe you know which it came from?
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just too good!:)
Thank you very much!!
Wondefully written - wonderfully familiar!
Aw, sweet! Thank you very much....ya, thanks to the fun with you I wrote it...to bad 'tis only a dream and memory.
Wow, I'm stunned. Seems written by a master, if not one very experienced in verse.
Ah, you're too flattering.....funny how the pieces that somehow come of their own accord so easily are likewise readily successes....whereas the ones we labour interminably over, straining to capture the idea in words, stumble along and for all our efforts (mine anyway) are at their conclusion only poorly rated, half-baked accomplishments.....la, if only we might chance to ever be inspired...or perhaps nevermore work so tenaciously wearying ourselves where the words do not flow? Thanks again for your friendly compliment.
PS I got the word titillating from YOU!
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