The pen betrays my forsworn composure
In verse that reveals my clandestine mind
A script of words unmolested and pure
Emerges from the ink as gold refined
Words unspoken will not go unwritten
My soul shall not stand in obscurity
The cuspidate quill my heart has smitten
Upon the scroll bleeds my antipathy
My darkest thoughts shine forth upon the page
On which I compose my proscribed desires
In times of happiness or fervent rage
Articulation quells emotion’s fires
Though upon my lips a seal shall remain
My pen boldly writes for none to constrain
Author notes
Written January 14th, 2006
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Y'know, that was me some years back. Never speaking, but writing a hell of a lot of crap that only I understood, just for the sake of writing or because I was feeling a rather strong emotion that I just couldn't get rid of. I miss that side of me.
Your word choice has lots of big words, thankfully I know the meanings of them. My vocabulary is rather small, and so I must rely on the smaller ones that I can only hope people will get the meanings of. I envy you that way.
I simply loved this part of the poem too. "The cuspidate quill my heart has smitten
Upon the scroll bleeds my antipathy"
That's art there. Seriously.
Sweetest of dreams! ~D
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XLNT
This is a great poem. I noticed a very interesting
phenominum taking place in your poem by accident.
I don't know if you planned it or it just kind of
happened as so many of mine do. If you take the first
line and the last line, and then the 2nd line and the
13th line, and keep moving to the center of the poem
in that fashion, it comes out almost perfect in meaning
and in rhythm, for instance,
THE PEN BETRAYS MY FORSWORN COMPOSURE
MY PEN BOLDLY WRITES FOR NONE TO CONSTRAIN
IN VERSE THAT REVEALS MY CLANDESTINE MIND
THOUGH UPON MY LIPS A SEAL SHALL REMAIN
A SCRIPT OF WORDS UNMOLESTED AND PURE
ARTICULATION QUELLS EMOTIONS FIRES
RISES FROM THE INKWELL AS GOLD REFINED
IN TIMES OF HAPPINESS OR FERVENT RAGE
WORDS UNSPOKEN WILL NOT GO UNWRITTEN
ON WHICH I COMPOSE MY PROSCRIBED DESIRES
MY SOUL SHALL NOT STAND IN OBSCURITY
MY DARKEST THOUGHTS SHINE FORTH UPON THE PAGE
THE CUSPIDATE QUILL MY HEART HAS SMITTEN
UPON THE SCROLL BLEEDS MY ANTIPATHY.
Interesting....This in no way takes away from the
original meaning, which is fine just the way it was,
I just thought it odd how well most of the deep
thoughts remained in tact. I like this poem a lot.
Keept it up my friend.....Jade-Cyr -
Hi my friend, a very good sonnet, I am just a novice who loves writing,lol but I know talent when I see it and you have talent, this sonnet was a pleasure to read, let me know when you post another, a big hug Di
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hmm.A very classical kind of feel to this and so true. A beautiful write really. perfect flow,no breaks. The over all feel. How true it is, that the pen is the one to speak what burns within and the tongue be a useless thing(though it think sometimes its lack of,idunno,accacracy(sp?) and speed on to which it cant keep up as the pen can).I must say honestly, I am impressed.
da
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