A chance meeting, lifelong friendship, and more.
Called by the whispers of spirit's bidding.
Our fortunes through a brilliant golden door,
we feel control, and who are we kidding?
Intimacy is more than touch and feel,
love much more than what beats in every heart.
The weight upon tiny minds; what is real?
Can we get the horse in front of the cart?
All these thoughts mean nothing, your touch means all.
Beyond reason's megalomania;
watershed moments we cannot forestall
our destined magical compania.
Thousands of love-filled beds will not compare
to you gently brushing away my hair.
Author notes
This is for Cinnarry.
In a list
A contest entry
- Sonnets with no set meter by masterblaster.
450 points, ended February 20, 2008, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Hi, very romantic, lovely modern sonnet,all the contest, Di
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This extends into shades of real connection.
Reason is the rails barring lives from true
intimacy. If we would only shun the egos and
the images; we would be embraced by love's
true meaning. Great to read some deeper stuff
from you. Blue
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Wow
Blows my mind
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I found this ...
very interesting. I had to go to the dictionary for "compania" though, as I had never heard of it. Turns out to be a Spanish word, and since I only read French and English, it's no surprise that I didn't know it. However, it works well there. Good job, all in all.
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one small spelling mistake...friendhip where it should be friendship.
Overall, I'm loving it. Especially the last two lines, very well put. Though I would have to say the line about the horse and cart, despite the fact that I understand the idea behind it, it seems to feel somewhat comical in the middle of a rather serious piece and therefore out of place. Not sure what would work better though.
Well written, poet.
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Good catch on the mispell... I was posting during lunchbreak and missed it. Thanks.
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wow..am mucho impressed with this sonnet....hold on to the one who touches your hair....
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This is spritual! A perfect sonnet penned about a wonderful friend. So she brushes your hair in your sleep? I think you might be smitten with her. I'm impressed.
Love,
Amera♥
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One does not dare be smitten with the West wind or they are likely to be smitten by the West wind! Ha ha ha.
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wow. powerful and seductive in the simplicity of these words and emotions. Elegance in words
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