A brush of light cascades upon the fields
as breathless quivers, ripple through the thrush,
embraced softly supple flesh, and quelled
beneath the scenes to light the fuse of lust.
So listen, as the quiet whispers howl
and raked upon my back to bleed in vein,
to crush me under golden thistles vexed
and wake my fibers still, so hot of breath.
To savor every minute here my love,
in fields so tender held by your embrace
inflames, my youth has faded past the trees;
and called upon the winds a gentle ghost.
Yet, merry laughter carried on the eaves,
a velvet press, cajoles my love of you.
Author notes
Inspired by the picture, my attempt in blank verse.
A contest entry
- For all Sonneteers by masterblaster.
1000 points, ended February 19, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Invites Only by masterblaster.
1000 points, ended February 21, 2008, 3 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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an amazing sonnet in perfect meter using breathtaking imagery ... masterful indeed ... a golden verse !
marion
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Hi, love this sonnet, it has great feel, Di
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breathless
This flowed so smooth in rhyme and scheme... I loved this ...seems flawless ..didn't check all iambics but
the rythm is so good ..I love the feel of this..
good luck in contest...
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I've been told,I'm no expert on free form nor sonneteering.But,I do know an inspired great piece of wordsmithing,when I read something that's a moving fine example of poetic verse. And this is just such a piece.
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