Those distances, contained, formed that embrace
Which brought our hearts together, for a while.
The subtle look, the apprehensive smile,
That certain beauty of another’s face.
Upon these images, her ageless grace,
Where beauty, found, can but the heart beguile,
And if a moment’s dream might reconcile
Impossibles, it might the world misplace.
Yet age would phrase cold structure to that thought,
And fragile memory might tide devour,
But, in its passing, little truth reveal.
Time whispers that delight was dearly bought,
Recalls the sorrow of each parting hour:
But dreams her face and questions which is real.
A contest entry
- BATTLE OF SONNETS ROUND 2 by mamad.
550 points, ended June 19, 2007, 9 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations
Beautifully done - lovely diction, with subtlety. There are few answers about the nature of the distance. Great work, who said a poet has to answer his own questions?
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congrats on the G O L D in a very difficult contest
Well deserved!
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Better. EDIT
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