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These widow's weeds she weaves around
her shoulders rounded now in grief -
Conceptually Wreathed Sonnet~
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Wreathed Sonnet~
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The Fever spikes, a child shifts and moans
as moaning can release the demon heat; -
And though my heart sings lightly love,
Love does not sing of me at all, -
The summer evening wears a special light,
A light that fades till darkness owns the skies. -
Take my hand and let me lead you gently upon this path
For this path is one of finding. -
One time there lived a lovely boy who wound a clock each day
and daily would her chimes ring out and sprightly tell the time; -
If ever you're in doubt when times begin
begin without time's delineation -
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Kid glove kid in ballet shoe skid,
shoe skid dance dreams Delphinium blue. -
Wreathed Spenserian Sonnetby Ceridwens Soul 26 lines, 6 comments, on Jun 22 3:50 PM. In Spiritual, Wreathed Sonnet, Litha, Pagan
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The doctor took my daughter by the hand;
her little hand was cold but not her grin.by ea 15 lines, 7 comments, on Jun 22 10:35 AM. In wreathed sonnet -
It only takes a touch of poem's pure breath
to breathe love into sore, disheartened breastsby ea 17 lines, 2 comments, on Jun 16 9:27 AM. In wreathed sonnet -
Black wing, black wing, we stroke in search of sleep--
the sleep that does not come to us though dark -
by Mairi bheag 27 lines, 34 comments, on May 31 2:37 AM. In Wreathed sonnet
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A mother's grief at losing what was hers
is hers for months that turn into the years -
by Mairi bheag 30 lines, 34 comments, on May 16 12:44 PM. In Wreathed sonnet
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