Words decided they wanted to dress in the shades of a sonnet for a change.. it has been quite awhile since they've agreed to do so. I do hope you enjoy this French sonnet in iambic tetrameter.
Miss You Most
I miss you most before the dawn
Before night sounds begin to fade
When stars and clouds might still persuade
Thoughts and dreams from memories drawn.
Time holds its breath, a silent pawn,
And I cling to these moments made
To be cherished, softly displayed
In solace dark to gaze upon...
How much I wish to be, to stay,
Here where dreams and your whispers play,
When dawn becomes temptation's ghost
Erasing shadows left behind,
By sorrow's toll on troubled mind...
Lost in time where I miss you most
Myrna,
Quite often the (sonnet) form and its demands detract from the poem itself but here that is certainly not so, theme and form overlap and complement; this is a very satisfying and worthwhile poem.
John
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Enter the pages of diaspora in quiet introspection. Bathe your thoughts with subtle humor; synchronize your spirit-sense with history-in-heat; fall headlong with eyes wide open into
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Lin
Cheers,
Dan
stan
I admire and envy such talent, and love this line:
Here where dreams and your whispers play....
-gene.
Quite often the (sonnet) form and its demands detract from the poem itself but here that is certainly not so, theme and form overlap and complement; this is a very satisfying and worthwhile poem.
John