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.
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1 comment:
What a beautiful tribute. Great style and form.
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