Open Poetry #41 |
Lamentation of a Thistle (Sonnet) |
CastleGuard Senior Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 760Alberta, Canada |
There is no beauty like the one that lives Next door; I see her at the break of day, When the night recedes and reluctant gives The reign to the brightening sky; I stay Bound in spell, and so transfixed will bend But still can never reach her regal form - A pain no potion but her own can mend. So she remains; perfection is her norm And as her image haunts my days and dreams We each a slave to ever a-fixed feet; An orchid she is, bathed in sunlight beams But she and I will never, ever meet: She is an heir to a majestic deed, I bear heritage of a common weed. CG |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I happen to have a fondness for thistles, so yanno I had to check this out. Weed? Or Wildflower? I love a glory bloom, no matter what classification. Thanks. I enjoyed. |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
CG: wonderful! I wish I could write sonnets.. you do them so well! enjoyed.. love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Ah..but sir castleguard, you are no weed, but a knight upon his steed! You know you're in love, when you can't fall asleep,because reality is finally better than your dream~Dr.Seuss |
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