I thought I had been touched by lightning bold,
An icicle with flames beneath the skin.
My mind had of my body lost its hold;
Oh, please! I cried, I thirst for medicine!
Alone, in deserts, sweltering for Muse,
My reason, like a sponge, drank selfishly.
But what I wanted lay not under ruse;
Mirages! Please be kindly! Set me free!!
So as the curtains green around me swell,
I relish that the rains come pouring in.
I fear for years, and for the souls, of hell,
And pray for days of nectar to begin.
I must have inspiration to survive,
But life, of rhyme and rapture, does deprive!
Author notes
Writer's Block = Death
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What I'm seeking: (Option 4) Inspiration
A contest entry
- Seekers of Love, Paradise, or Peace by Wandering Spirit.
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This is a nice sonnet. Complies with the standards.
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Beautifully written. This is quite an amazing poem.
If you are blocked up I would sure like to read your stuff when you are on a roll.
John -
bravo
An extremely fine sonnet! Really quite wonderful, I loved it. You are an excellent poet! bravo...bravo...
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you are amazing.
:-)
good job writing in sonnet form about something such as inspiration, which is so hard to pin down and define. love the idea of going from desert to rain.
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Bravo!
You got the sonnet BRILLINAT-TAY!
Well done
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