(sonnet attempt # XL)
XL
The curse of celibacy some bemoan,
While others eagerly virginity
Embrace with open arms; such purity
Excelling lesser joys by most well-known,
Befits the honorable, and "alone"
No curse but strength imbues: captivity
Eschewing, for entanglement in verity.
Such souls a higher calling make their own.
A freedom this, they welcome and rejoice.
Conversely their lamenting counterparts,
With no deliverance in sight, oft groan,
Unseeing th'aforesaid "pleasures" pure, their choice
Denied forever fills their minds and hearts:
A curse they call it to be left alone.
20Feb11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 11th, 2011 00:29
- Comment from author about the poem: Just thinking....three and a half decades into it. Frankly, this is something of a discussion with myself, over my present predicament....like an attempt to mollify myself.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
very good
Thank you.
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