Red ink reminders play plague to the day:
Dreams die; we cry for soul’s pain lingering;
fall upon reclusion’s sword wrought of clay,
fearing, longing, fading, thin-iced hoping.
Would a merchant sacrifice his vessel;
forsake tomorrow for today’s pennies?
Sideline standing, commanding dream’s castle
crumble beneath broken pride-sake-pities.
Intended! Greater than mistake-etched pasts!
A pocket full of time lent, meant, spent well;
who will mourn the mourners as tears outlast?
Dusty bones only, can future foretell.
Quiet are the angels when sinners fall.
Thunder rejoicing as people stand tall.
Author notes
Prompt:
"No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud.
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud."
by William Shakespeare, taken from Sonnet # 35
photo source: http://www.battleofrichmond.org/Photos.htm
In a list
A contest entry
- PIF 14/14 by Laura Lamarca.
300 points, ended December 8, 2007, 12 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congratulations
I figured I would make it official.
Congratulations on the gold in this contest. It is a winner hands down and I am just thrilled to see you writing form so well. Your talent is unmeasurable. ~Pamela 
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The picture is beautiful, the poem is awesome and you, my friend write with substance. Hugs and love, Petratanii xo
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Bravo! Standing in applause!
...dusty bones only can future foretell.
To see a sonnet like this from your pen is an absolute treasure. Bravo! Beautifully visual. Very well done.
I am smiling 
What an amazing talent you are. ~Pamela
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Love this..... great job here
Nice sonnet... great flow... Best of luck in the contest
Delila
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