Sonnet I
I’ve yearned within this life that I could be,
Consumed within loves ever burning fire,
And rapt by flaming fingers of desire,
And hold that burning soul so close to me.
I walked into the garden there was she,
A meeting I approached her to inquire,
A table close for tea so to retire,
Her eyes that smile what wonders I could see.
And slow she swayed bare footed on the lawn,
In flowing dress as blue as azure sky,
And then she runs as a young deer she’s gone,
She’s put me to a test I know that I,
Must not pursue today for as a fawn,
This trusted hart will win her by and by.
Peter Lowell Paulson
September 19, 2010
Aren't the last two lines supposed to rhyme? Or is that some other form - (dim memory of sonnet form)
ReplyDeleteMark, You are right on both counts. There are forms as you state; this is another accepted form (the last six lines can be many variations. And the famous poets, of which I will only read about, and truly enjoy seem to PUSH those lines).
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