I tried to rise and warm you with a kiss,
But someone else had done me by one ray.
My cold and feeble starlight dimmed, and bliss
Was hidden by the hazy blue of day.
I would have quickened you, if I but could,
With my own air. She beat me by a breath,
And I was simply stifled where I stood,
My living power parlayed into death.
I meant to brighten your whole window-view,
But you were shining only from her look.
I was mere grey where she was rainbow-hue.
My hand reached out, but it was hers you took.
My world does not acknowledge I am born -
She is your only welcome to the morn,
[c] 2005
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Written February 8th, 2006
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Classic, light footed and beautiful... Any poet would settle for two of those elusive poetic wraiths... I continue to enjoy your work immensely... Mike
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Thanks, Mike. This was a very early poem of mine which I re-worked as a sonnet. Glad you liked it.
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What a kind thing to say, sis.
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Beautifully penned (but you are NEVER gray). What amazes me is that, no matter what the subject, I always feel like I am living in your words.
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I find the sonnet form so difficult to write - you should see the agttempts I throw away! Thanks for your comments.
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Bravo!
This is simply a superb sonnet! It is wonderful, excellent! I loved it! Bravo! -
Ah .. it describes how I felt when someone I loved would not look at me, but had her eyes fixed on someone else entirely. Grey is how I felt - at every step there was praise for my rival, and disregard for me, as if I didn't exist. However, those days are long gone now.
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I send you another bouquet for a lovely poem well done! Surely the story can't be true, though, as you are not "mere grey" at all! This poem is a garden of thought and the graphic you chose is perfect.
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