what wonder oh, how dainty and how true
the depth and feeling of your little song
what vivid composition through that view
which bled your soul from where true skill belongs
i've traced throughout your genius, my friend
and read, and read again your every rhyme
and love how you can paint the thoughts that blend
to triumph through your muse's life in time
it feels as though you've writ forever, see
the way you can evoke exquisiteness
with that you shine your gift to such degree
that Euterpe must have blessed you with a kiss
thus when this praise aligns within your sight
i hope that you can see how you inspire
and in your thoughts i take more than delight
for how you hail as queen of poet's fire
this sonnet is but second-rate when weighed
in contrast to your faithful serenade
Author Notes: This piece was originally writ for poetess whom I met on another site. Her abilities in the sonnet form is remarkable and I feel so very fortunate to call her my friend. I believe the heroic sonnet is the perfect form to express how much I respect her as a fellow sonneteer and how her inspiring her work is. This one's for you Joyce.
To find out more about her follow this link.
Popular Posts
-
What reason would there be to shed a tear Deep in your soul without the means to say Just how it stirred you, moved you, brought you nea...
-
as these thoughts flame for the beauty i've sought fueled by the madness in my heart's desire ... -
T’was a love told on a single page By a man named Seth to his Marguerite That would help to escape her life one day And ...
-
oh night, with dreams that blessédly entwine my soul with all the beauty here beneath the clouded skies you bore my truest senses to inspir...
-
bowled over i trickle these whirling emotions that aren't mine anymore for how easily she failed to bare her concern honestly ...
-
Unto the traits of this night I perceive Such things though fair and withered all the while Within the depth where I crowned all I... -
you remind me of 'vacant' when i pour over those lines breathlessly through my cautious ways, i search again, running my fin...
-
while this remains in me throughout each day my chosen words had not once yet expressed nor touched upon the things i wish to say i... -
o farewell belovéd mother i pray that you can see as angels lead you through those gates just what you mean to m...
-
skinny-dip your soul with me through the breath of life that channels these lucid dreams see us dance against the bluish red skies as...
.png "English"){kind=small}
1 comment:
What a beautiful tribute. Great style and form.
Post a Comment