When sight is trance on page, descending chime,
and time haunts banishment from dance with kiss,
church lips do flicker spell through lineless rhyme,
as season chills, recanting borrowed bliss.
Was I so much to love on summer nights,
when truth and touch would mend our world above
the calls of frozen justice, blacker lights
in pious gowns of somber stone and glove?
My heaven's thorn was warmer taste of life,
in season rushing river's thristy word
through colder sighs of sunset's sizzled strife,
with hand absorbing flight, fermenting bird.
For what is man to say where prophet stands,
when woman blows his mind through foreign lands?
A contest entry
- Shakespearean Sonnets by masterblaster.
6500 points, ended December 14, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Hi, I loved this sonnet, but feel it strayed a little too far from the subject of excommunication, but a lovely write.Di
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Nicely done
Such a perfect sonnet so full of metaphor leaving the reader in wonder.
Jim
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Very, very nicly crafted Sonnet
I have read this sevarltimes and keep coming back to this, it has quickly become a favorite read of mine. There is much humanity to these words, much of philosophy and really neat word choices, this is well crafted. With every read, I love it more and more.
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An excellent sonnet as only you can do....such a melancholic feel about it - the contrast between winter chill and summer's warmth... beautiful as always.
~ Nicolette
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Excellent Piece Brother!
You really lay it on thick when you weave you magical ink. Your words are to be cherished, and I so appreciate you sharing you here. Another masterpiece from the master poet!
Bravo bro! 
Peace, Timothy aka poeticweaver~
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wow! you really hittin hard with this one. it had me in such a trance, and the rhyme is so natural and flows smooth as silk. awesome awesome write! GL in ur contest, u should nail it
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