A shiver strikes me, not born of the cold;
For how could you leave anyone serene?
Before me lies exquisiteness untold,
The kingdom of perfection has its Queen.
Wild turns, life takes, towards a goal quite mad;
Desire that burns and none may hope to drown,
A frenzied drive, a love olympiad:
A bitter striving for the other crown.
Can any hope to earn the golden right
To count your love and ardour as their own?
To take your hand, ascending to the light?
To know they've fought enough to share your throne?
In searching deserts, some may call me fool...
But naught is too ambitious, for a jewel.
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Author:
Zarhgon (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My second sonnet so far, and the second of a series of what I intend to be at least six. Much like my first, this is a poem about a seemingly unreachable person, but in this case, it is the own self doubt of the writer and their view of the person as so much greater than others that is the perceived obstacle. I deliberately left whether the obstacle is real or not ambiguous, as to find out the truth is one of the writer's aims, and I wanted their potential success to be a decision the reader made, in their own mind. Similarly again to my first poem, the heroic couplet is an exclamation of defiance in the face of what appears to be overwhelming adversity, as the writer declares that they will find the jewel that lies within the expanse of the desert - this is a direct result of my honest belief that there is very little love cannot overcome. I hope that those who enjoyed my first sonnet enjoy this as well, and that those that did not enjoy my first may find this more to their taste. If you do not enjoy it, please do not hesitate to tell me what you think I could do better - I would love to improve.
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Good write.
Thank you!
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