Visions dance on pointed, graceful tip-toe
in front of my closed, reminiscing eyes.
I see a divine spirit in a show,
gliding to silent songs, reaching new highs.
A glimmer in the deep obscurity
lights up the anguish, shadow, and malaise.
The spirit radiates true purity
engulfing all in dreams of early days.
But darkness returns when the light has died,
bringing a warm happening to a close.
A mortal Venus's last song can subside,
picked up by a wind that forever blows.
And your last words linger in the thick air,
gaining eternal life, a feat so rare.
Author notes
Inspiration: My head
English Sonnet.
I had to write a sonnet for English class. It had to be a love poem, or something you were passionate about. I had one line originally (which surprisingly was not used in the final draft), and the rest kind of stemmed from there. That's how I work I suppose. One line leads to another, and then POOF! It's gone!
As usual, critique is greatly accepted, and encouraged. Thanks in advance
And off to the great unknown I go!
~ModernXTimes
A contest entry
- A quick one for the best! by Peachy.
1800 points, ended July 6, 2008, 36 entries
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Beautiful word use and rhythm.
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