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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. |
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Congratulations on winning [Link To Item #2093224] May 2024.](https://images.Writing.Com/imgs/writing.com/writers/badges/group-Write_From_the_Heart-2121477_14.gif)  In Truth: Your BeautyI'll write you sonnets if your eyes will see. In beauty's hollow, words seem oft restrained, Unstructured toil, aimless, fails true glee, As meaning's essence cannot be explained. I'd run amok in fields of words with glee, Harvesting life's treasures, small and grand — Untidy dreams fall through my pockets free, Ceremonious, placed within your hand. Green-legged blooms in your tall glass are shoved. In well-sprung water, words commit my love. As heart-dedicated bouquets reveal, No better words will capture what I feel. In pure truth's essence, words may not suffice, But through this verse, a soul now pleads your voice. --- 5.22.24 14 lines, sonnet Took soul of a failed poem and made it the engine of a sonnet, in renewal. Nod to Keats’ visions, with a bit Shakespeare. Don’t read past… here////////// --- prison door --- //////////Inside asylum Either way…or both! Eloquently, I try to make you see. In dreams we’ve met, loved so perfectly. 1st draft ▼ iamb iamb iambic ~ still it comes... The summer burned our skin just like a torch Passions raged in shade of mother’s porch Smolder-steamed beneath the waterfall. Limbs entwined on grass with bodies sprawled. You know…you were there… A picnic set on grass would go to waste. Inside two mouths, sweet tongues spice-savored a taste. Our clothes came off…remember? Etc. etc. tired now ▼ |
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Great poem, Brian.
Dreams feel good though. Thanks for posting this one, Brian 
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