Open Poetry #48 |
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More than words |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England ![]() |
More than words The haunting wind that blows so cold Of Pendle witch these tales are told And through the mist upon the moor The Kestrel high above to soar And reeds that warn you of the marsh And frost to shine in Winters harsh The valley green so far below And clouds that swirl these things you know And of the hare in March that leapt Or by the brook where lovers wept And foxes den or badgers lair As with these words I'll take you there From orchid rare to bells so blue The beauty of a love that's true |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Nice. Love this more than words sonnet. I think it is a sonnet. When I write sonnets my rhyming is every other line. So be it. Love the geographical location and the more than words scheme. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
It is a sonnet ,as far as the definition goes,and usually I do rhyme every other line, this one slightly different Michael |
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Alison![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
This is so beautiful. A |
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