I heard her calling, over star swept seas
My dreams of lust, so burned my bones
And left my body, writhing to atone
For darkened chambers, locked to me
The flames so licked my flesh, enclosed alone;
To walk so chaste, the wind bemoans,
As Ghostly steps enchants, the hearts to thee!
Set aside such thrust, this wretch, was once me.
To fly in myths, my feet are quite off ground
As this soul's afire, of gasoline dreams
I have but ceased to be, yet chained and bound;
Enclosed by the humming river, I seam
But sullen in my later moods, and sounds
Alarm of rapture, to quench dry parched reams.
Author notes
Option#10: the picture.
In the first part of this quasi sonnet, I intentionally altered count 10-8-10-8
in the last part, I tried decasylables... (at least I think thats the word for it)
Just curious to see it's affect...
In a list
A contest entry
- 95th Contest by Tarja.
450 points, ended December 5, 2007, 4 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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Very deep thoughts
Yes written as though the thoughts seath of pain and wonderment of who one truly is am I right let me know
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I was taken with your magical take on the picture. The word choice was so divine and original I couldn't help but love it... I'm not sure what kind of sonnet this is... but I truly enjoyed it.. Thank you for entering and good luck.
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Ah, so lush and lovely and marvelously done! I loved this sonnet of sorts a whole bunch! bravo... bravo... bravo...
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Lusty prisons in captivity of longings fill the page. I fear this depth of sonneteering is over my head. So I can not comment so much on form.
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