Rushing through a maelstroms tide, I am whole
Fear so complete, heighten awareness
Bringing my lost soul from it's darkened hole
I feel, yet so much more dead in this mist
A serenade of withered lovers hands
Arouses in me bitter felt remorse
for time has been felt with it's reprimand
As it has made or her my sorrows ghost
Her eyes no longer warm me, only kill
Yet, this death is what I kindly wait for
For the time in which I die is the thrill
Of the day that I walk through that last door
Times once felt long ago twist my entrails
Her love to my dismay, my heat did fail
Author notes
Shakespearean sonnet I suppose. I never tried anything like this. Felt kinda restricting. I guess you'd call me a free writer. But I thourouly enjoyed the test of keeping within the alloted syllables of ten with the rhyme scheme also. I did the standard abab cdcd efef gg. I hope you enjoy it also!
A contest entry
- Round 3 ~ of 5 - ONLY 15 will advance to the FINAL ROUND by Florida Sunshine.
525 points, ended November 8, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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The beauty is in the form
I know that you are a man capable of anything that he wants to do. The first two tests of this series. Challenge the willingness and the disclipline of the aspiring poet. They who willingly go to the third level, shall once again have freedom of expression in form. They will get their wings. I look forward to your entry. From this I see your ability to strive. Well done, poet.
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I have never written one of these...this one is very beautiful and so darkly alluring. Gave me a sense of finality...inspired by lost love I am certain. Very nice expression...most enjoyable read.
Blessed Be~
Az
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Shakespeare is one of my favorites~ I know its tough for my free writers~ you did a terrific job! I did enjoy readin' your work!
Congrats on making it to this round good luck to you!
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