My story my guild weaving stars in mane
8 January 2016
The memories askew the light at the end
The Lilies stood tall roots six feet under
The fall I recall lightning and thunder
The breath mill that slew I begged to pretend
Alas now I knew these ways would contend
My Heart stood at wall the feet mere blunder
The mind before fall amnesia’s plunder
The moments so few where the will would bend
I would then rebuild from thread of Heart wane
A distant glue spilled upon clumsy hands
A heart’s hoofbeats chilled upon frozen lands
My story my guild weaving stars in mane
The fool now so thrilled would make more demands
Cross me for oats milled sparse watery plain
Everybody’s gotta learn sometime – Beck
Windmills of your Mind – Sharleen Spiteri
These are beautiful but I have come to expect no less from your pen…you really are a master of poetic forms and use them so very well in your poetry.
Thank you Thomas 🙂 As I said before I sometimes feel it is not even me writing, it just flows. I will still take full credit for it and hog up your appreciation 😀 😀
😀 😀 you are welcome…and so you should!
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your magic is beyond the ocean…I have a gift.
Thank you Mihran. Yes, surely you have a gift, your beautiful voice and talent. May God bless you with them always 🙂
The form fits this poem to the T. I am a sucker for sonnets whether Petrarchan or Shakespearean and you did justice to them.
Beautiful!
I just found your comment now through the dashboard. Thanks a lot Dajena, I really appreciate your kind words. I am a sucker for sonnets too but as I like writing only when there is a flow I have not written many of those as they don’t come so often. Sometimes I am in full-blown sonnet mode though and recently there was a bit of that 😀
Ahhh, I shall repeat — kindred minds 😀
Beauitful. I too enjoyed the subtle change in this poems structure. I will read more about this Italian Sonnet. Thanks for sharing.
Welcome Andrew 🙂 . There are several versions of the Italian sonnet and even a specific Dante version. I find it interesting in the regrouping of rhymes or decoupling of them.
Yeah, I find it very interesting. Dante had his own version. Cool. I should invent my own.
Ah ah ah. Invent away and call it the chimp sonnet but there have been so many variations (as long as you keep the 14 line structure) that it would be difficult to invent a new one.
14 line structure. I will try to done a serious variation one of these days. Thanks
Welcome. Specific rhyming patterns as well 😀
Oh, I am a rhymingmeister
Love how you alternated between different kinds of verse. Is that it’s own form? I spooky journey indeed!
Thank you Marissa 🙂 . This is one version of the Italian Sonnet abba abba cdd cdc. For more information on the sonnet you can visit the page I dedicated to it which regroups all the sonnets I wrote in different types as well as gives at the end some information on the sonnet and a link to read more about it.
Oh yes, I wrote a sonnet once but I don’t think this form. It was 10 lines total. Because I write humor it’s difficult to put the words in such rigid guidelines although I should probably try, to challenge myself.
I think it is always good to challenge oneself. Sonnets are usually 14 lines in total with the sestet at the end usually introducing a different subject or twist on the same subject. I wrote something between sarcasm and humour just before this sonnet and called it “Your spittle me spare your mind I find poor ” written in Shakesperean sonnet form abab cdcd efef gg
Yes, I read it.
Wonderful, Geetha! 🙂
Thank you Knight of poets 🙂
You are welcome, Poetess!! ♡
magical and beautiful…
Thank you Mihran