(sonnet # CCVI)
CCVI
Mere shadows of dear loveliness I paint
Herein with care, extolling sounds and sights
Quite fair and sweet; but transient, aye whose plights
By vanity and ruthless time's foul feint
Do flourish, bloss'ming ere demise acquaint
All with that fateful stain on glory's heights;
As lasting briefly, ever prove delights
Whose worth thus measured lessens by this taint.
Mere outlines trace I lovingly; their hues
But hint at, colouring in vain, for where
Is substance? Life we cannot keep but lose.
Just silhouettes that echo it, quite bare
As frames we fashion them; and thus the ruse:
But empty joys our glories here we share.
22Aug11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Enchanted with a beautiful gloaming, I penned a trio of sonnets in tribute. Noticing yet another a week later, I was suddenly struck with the realization of the futility in my tribute; with all its description and touches of metaphors, it did not do justice to the reality. Nor ever can. Neither can photographs, in that all our imagery is but a remembrance of what was, without the life the original contains. Recalling that I began; it seems to want a second.
- Category: Reflection
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