Sweet Chloe have you tamed that pretty bird,
As light as southern breezes on your arm?
How many hours have you beguiled and heard
Your sparrow sing for you with graceful charm?
My poet's pen falls restless to the ground,
My fevered mind can find no peace today,
For all you do is praise his lilting sound
And pay no heed to anything I say.
Great Neptune throws his trident in despair,
Apollo breathes, his tresses filled with fire
And I am left with solitary care
For Jove cannot bring comfort with his lyre.
I do not wait forever at your door,
The burdened ocean storming to the shore.
Author notes
In style of Horace.
A contest entry
- BATTLE OF THE SONNETS---ROUND 1 by mamad.
400 points, ended June 3, 2007, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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B ird, tamed, inherent freedom wings away
E xistence, once beguiling, seems to jade
T he sparrows’ chat disturbs the peaceful glade,
H ope wide denied, choice changes to obey.
B efore pen falls find peace again today,
E xcluded you could never be – praise paid
T o Nature never echoes trust betrayed,
H eed inner sense intense, false fears allay.
B reathe not of care where you this sonnet weigh
E xtracting innate homage serenade,
T he poet's lyre afire responds to braid
H eart's comfort to art's artistry at play.
BEtween THese lines read one must more adore
BEauty's THeme whose waves wash timeless shore ...
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as ever your sonnets bring smiles of delight, you really are magical with this form, much better than i at them
good luck with the contest. i hope you win.
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this is a really cool sonnet ...
pure delight ...
maa
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