I hold a thought sitting so near the shore
In hands so bruised by work, I search the trees,
Rising up from the muddy rocks, it bore
A muse on budding limbs of oak so free.
As curious fowl arrive at my scene
I stand up now and wandering so near,
(It may be when the thought was born and weened)
As life so took a hold of ghostly fear.
I hold it now and turn it in my mind
a score of thoughts in blooming timely might,
So would I change my fabric life in kind,
A softer sound caressing swelling light?
I share my life, to know my soul's desire
In darkness soft, enfolds a bodies fire.
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Let me know How this makes you feel, what do you think?
Comments
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Delightful!
Good write...melodic, surreal and well thought out in every sense. I really enjoyed reading this piece!
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Words woven by a "maker,wordsmith,poet"! This piece shows as well as tells the intentions of a poetic heart in action.P.S. I'm not sure which poet in your studies of the art form have influanced this and much of your works as of late,but the masters ink has left it's exacting stain of perfection on you my friend.Yes indeed,it has! However, credit due goes here to you.
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so descriptive
very fancy and done so well as usual
you write like in very advanced rhyme and great vocabulary
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This is truly a wonderful English sonnet penned in decasyllable. The imagery is great, I love the volta and the title is a killer.
Love,
Amera♥
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