Sobs in the Night - a Sonnet (hopefully)
My first attempt at a sonnet. If I got it right it should be in the form of an English (not Italian) sonnet. If I got it wrong, blame Milton, I copied his form.
I see you in the light.
You turn your head.
I turn the other way instead.
I can not fight.
Why can’t I do what feels so right?
Oh, how I wish to kiss your head.
My body burns with embers red.
I wish for you to never leave my sight.
Your lips sear my flesh,
But in the end I turn too slow.
The wound so fresh,
My dread begins to flow.
This damned crop to thresh.
I can not bear to watch you go.
I see you in the light.
You turn your head.
I turn the other way instead.
I can not fight.
Why can’t I do what feels so right?
Oh, how I wish to kiss your head.
My body burns with embers red.
I wish for you to never leave my sight.
Your lips sear my flesh,
But in the end I turn too slow.
The wound so fresh,
My dread begins to flow.
This damned crop to thresh.
I can not bear to watch you go.
posted by blueshorts @ 01:41
3 Comments:
At 11/10/05 12:11,
Wiggle said…
I don't know what to say except, Wow. It gave me goosebumps.
At 12/10/05 19:15,
el veneno said…
I love that flame picture.
At 14/10/05 13:14,
Robert Anthony Pierce said…
The poem is good, and I like the emotion. But I don't think it's an English sonnet. English sonnets need to be in iambic pentameter.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Iambic_pentameter
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