(sonnet # CCXXXVIII)
The fire rekindled's far from dead but burns
Yet; smoulders now white-hot and red, wee flames
Oft dancing here and there; alive, reclaims
The fond desire; enraged to heights, it yearns
And gains more heat as longing e'er returns
To lick the logs unsated; silent aims
For heav'n, expiring to revive; the game's
O'er, yet it lingers on untamed, death spurns.
Time ever weakens, still the embers glow,
Light flitting, playing about them, bitter tease,
Reflecting on the charred remains as though
Hope gleams, dreams wrestling, twisting blaze, and seize
On ashes. Half-consumed, would Truth might throw
The water on all, burying lies, appease!
29Sep11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 8th, 2011 11:34
- Comment from author about the poem: The final sonnet in the 7-sonnet chance series on an ill-fated romance that revived and then fizzled. Some things are truly best left alone. Forbidden love being one of them. Ah, but passion's slow to die.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Wow... wow... Okay, I have to ask; are you a professional? You seem as though you have tons and tons of poem books by now! You're just stupendous, I mean, the language, the fitting stanzas, the chosen words... this is what only experts could do!
Hahaha...I wish! No, I am just little nobody me. Introduced to sonnets in high school, as all college-prep students likely are, I never thought seriously of sonneteering until I purchased an old sonnet anthology a few years after graduation. Eagerly I tried writing a sonnet, and was frustrated with the time it took and my results. I also found the sonnets in the anthology too deep to comprehend, so left off trying to decipher them. Thus I forgot sonneteering for other more familiar forms of poetry. Picking up the anthology again last January '10 for casual reading, I studied it for 8 months before finally being again tempted to try sonneteering. Trying and succeeding in a relatively short amount of time, I began to dream of joining the great sonnet masters of the past and have been working on mastering the form ever since. Thanks to helpful guidance from other instructors/fellow poets, I have only mastered the form of late, my sonnets looking worth reading after the first 130 or so. Hence, while I am truly no professional or expert, thanks to the Lord's mercy, others' helpful advice, continued study, and practice, practice, practice...here I am presently. Long-winded eh? Thanks for your friendly comment and rating!
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