Open Poetry #50 |
a crazy sonnet |
2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
A great moment of solitude, Between the rise and the sunset, When you speak to me about poetry, As if it was a disease. Your dreams are more down-to-earth, They sweep the dust of past, That we have all in the heart When we take care only of one. Let us not hunt any more the elephants, Nor the poems of Manhattan at noon, Let us party in writing. My sonnet is not really nasty, however do not count his feet, He will go to fall asleep wisely having washed himself. |
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Cerulean Member Posts 109 |
This poem is an interesting exercise in creativity. Thanks for sharing, Yann. |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thanks a lot cerulean, it was a rather spontaneous poem, looking at the sea, and thinking about the rigidity of the sonnet and its form, i only hope it was pleasant to read yann |
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Poet In Pink Senior Member Posts 1066 MI |
Dear Yann this definitely is far from crazy! As always your thoughts are a pleasant read Alana |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
thanks Alanna, what can i think so far ? may be your are right. not so crazy, nice too to read you again. yann |
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