Somnolescent, you beside me it seem
A spot of light fingers your sleeping form
Which leaves me just a moment of unwarm
Till captured in a spell of lucid dream
Where nothing astounds me about that stream
Of light angelic and well by you born
And me from this time never to be torn.
But I awake surprised by that bright gleam,
As I watch you, light spilling on your breast.
I know you will soon stir from your visions,
Those darkling dreams that share your sleeping room.
So I turn around to face my lucent guest
Whose lupine light streams with such precision
And with such milk moon glow, my love illume.
This is supposed to be a sonnet and though I have never written a sonnet before, decided that this week's Totally Optional Prompt to write a sonnet looked like a good chance to stretch myself a bit.
some great words in there. very illuminating!
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I, too, wrote my first sonnet for this week's TOP. I like your style, it sounds formal and yet personal.
ReplyDeleteand i tried desperately to resuurect one that never really was one at all!!!! we poets are an odd lot.....
ReplyDeleteyou did a really good job tho...
i found this form difficult... or maybe i just made it difficult
Yeah, I like this!
ReplyDeletegreat line, this: Those darkling dreams that share your sleeping room
ReplyDeleteThanks,
ReplyDeleteAnd Paula I don't think I would have come up with that phrase except having to fit the constraints of the form while trying to avoid sounding contrived forced me to express the idea in a very concise way.
Paul-- that's one of the things I love about formal poetry. Hope you enjoy TOP with us.
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