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Sonnet IX
Contributed by
SinginSilence
on
Wednesday, 13th July 2005 @ 01:33:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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They fall in place by grace or by design.
Fears or corners frame the portrait wholly,
The image slowly as a poem’s each line,
As dreams the Maker’s guide did show me.
There the parts and pieces take on roles,
Like family, friends, and foes, know love and love.
Ah, a part so fallen lost that grieves my soul,
Hunt I so then she evades by help above.
She can’t be found! I trace those bound in locks
And links precise. Such broken effigy!
Am I to hope that it compare the box?
Naught shall ever fit empty agony!
Sometimes better hunting not a piece,
In time it finds you where it wants to be.
Copyright ©
SinginSilence
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2005-07-13 01:33:51] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Sonnet IX
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cynthia on
Saturday, 16th July 2005 @ 01:45:23 PM AEST (User
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This Sonnet is wonderful. Excellent penning. I enjoyed the rhyme scheme. :o) *S* Cynthia |
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