My pocket-watch tells me it's ten to three,
The moon peers though a silver tinted shroud.
The sounds of darkness softly come to me,
But demons seem to say no sleep allowed.
The second hand sweeps slowly through its course
While all the world lays motionless in bed
And driven by a dark unspoken force
Unwelcome thoughts are living in my head.
Then beauty strikes a blow against the night,
A blackbird sings a burst of magic gold.
The demons that had gripped me take to flight
And soft contentment starts to take a hold.
He sang his song at night in harmony,
He serenades his love, and comforts me
In a list
A contest entry
- 'Pour me a Sonnet' by Cynthia Gaines.
1200 points, ended August 6, 19 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Insomnia by LaylaLace.
1000 points, ended September 3, 17 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Lovely imagery. Good luck in the contest!
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A very beautiful sonnet with such wonderful imagery and an inspirational message.
Congratulations on your trophy.
Gaylene
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A Powerful Message...
And a very richly crafted sonnet!!! Thank you for entering my contest, and I wish you the best of luck!!! Peace, Cyn
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you are brilliant with your sonnets! This has so much emotive power!!
I love this: "A blackbird sings a burst of magic gold" I can picture the bird singing!..Just lovely
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once again im overwhelmed. Lane said it all then again doesnt she always
Love
passions
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I'm going to have to start a new file just for my favorites
of yours.
This is wonderful, Jeff. The opening line is
an immediate eye grabber, and the rest just pulls us along
effortlessly. Bravo. Love, Lane
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Wonderful sonnet with great meter and flow. I love how you impress a depressing thought into the reader's mind and then use the Volta to turn it all into a feeling of hope.
Love,
Amera♥
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