Marooned, I brood on in the robes of rhyme,
Bereft of all, save the nine Muses' charms
I raise my cry over the wastes of time
In hopes you'll hear and glide inside my arms.
O Father Sun, your love, the foolish Moon
Waxes and wanes through every tedious hour.
Those memories of you, like midday in June,
I bathed in all the radiance of your power.
Don't tease me with that jest of quoted mirth,
Don't jest with that sweet-sad Shakespearean tune!
I wax and wane to everyone on earth,
To you a steady little silver loon.
But you have banished me: dreams, schemes and charms,
You've dawned in passion from my weeping arms.
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Oh, really love this fine, fine sonnet! and these line are spectular:
Don't tease me with that jest of quoted mirth,
Don't jest with that sweet-sad Shakespearean tune!
I wax and wane to everyone on earth,
To you a steady little silver loon.
Wish I'd written them!!!
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So excellent and so unutterably sad, poignant! A masterful sonnet penned a most deft hand! I loved it!
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Thanky you for your comment! Thanky you berry much I hab a stuffed dose1 Take care, Misha.
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This is beautiful and I absolutely love the metaphor of you waxing and waning with everyone on earth. I think this is a statement of wisdom as well as a statement of faith and beauty.
Love,
Amera♥
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Thank you, dancing elf! To be complemented by an elf on poetry, as anyone in Middle Earth knows, is quite an honor.
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