Open Poetry #47 |
An Ancient Sorrow (Sonnet) |
CastleGuard Senior Member
since 2003-04-30
Posts 760Alberta, Canada |
An ancient sorrow haunts his troubled heart, And at night, as the corridors draw dark, Then freely do the vagrant shadows dart From the rule of will to a blackened mark. And he thinks back to youth and unwise days, To all the crimes of selfish thoughts and deeds -- And his rueful heart repents, parting ways From smile and mirth, and crimson regret bleeds. But within he weeps, he holds back the tears From drawing downward course upon his frame; He acts the part, shows not the inner fears, In vain he clings onto his fragile claim: For then the Will - the traitor - yields to pain And uncontrolled the savage tears do stain. CG |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Poetic excellence and powerful psychologic message, dear CastleGuard. Love, Margherita |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yes. The pooem was correct in every way as far as I can see. The rhyming was great and the cadence of the lines blended perfectly with the preceding and next. Beautifully done. ~ Diplomacy is the art of saying 'Nice doggie' until you can find a rock ~ |
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