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Grief (sonnet)
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Grief (sonnet) |
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Seraphine_CoB Junior Member
since 2003-04-02
Posts 14LONDON, UK |
Grief I am inevitable, a soulless wraith, With horrid grace, defile and take. My pall is ash and quick the staff, That all must taste and never wake. So star each name an epitaph, And languish no lament for those I bear upon, with nightmare sear Unwitting fugue, then vast repose. Call isolation- from your dear, And haste a lip, to parting-breath, Composed upon once dormant fear A blasphemy of prayer, then Death. Above is despair and below the divide And in my wake lives woe-betide. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This has the feel of a poem having been put to a classical piece of music, for each beat, one word - a word that would hang and weigh heavy with meaning, while the notes haven't yet cleared the air...and then another note follows...another word, heavy with intent... ah well. This is probably not the response you wanted, but it was how you made me feel when I read this three times over.... thank you, Seraphine... |
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David2 Member
since 2000-03-22
Posts 407 |
Seraphine, I enjoyed the meter and rhyme scheme.This shows tremendous emotion. Thanks. David2 |
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