I see what she saw as she stood alone,
She cried as the warm wind twisted her hair,
Waiting, by her lover's moon aligned stone,
These stones, as precious in this summer's air.
These stones, as warm as the breast of a deer,
Clear my mind of all impetuous thought.
They kiss my hands and my conscience they steer,
As their touch forgives all battles fought.
As their touch entranced her, one llamas night,
When she hugged them for their infinite truth,
She could not for-tell her tribe's mortal spite
For her most beloved, lily-lipped youth.
For her most beloved, she stood waiting,
Her eyes becoming the ivy flowers,
That wrapped these rocks with their corded lacing,
She wished those bells to chime out their powers.
She wished those bells would bless entranced others
Who make a journey to this hallowed ring,
We add our warmth to these stones for lovers;
Are cherished by the dead and new hopes bring.
2 comments:
Hi Richard,
I was checking the Open Poetry competition for results and looked around the site.
I write primarily formal verse and just had 12 sonnets accepted to Life Positive in India for April and a few others in the past few days.
I wanted to say that Castelrigg's ideas are good, but the rythm needs some jive, it is rather rough. The imagery is superb. A poem can be written in a few minutes. A good poem takes a few hours of editing, a great poem will take days, at least that is what I have found.
Also, I signed my first book contract last year with Gival Press, they will be publishing a book of sonnets in English, French, and Spanish. I am looking for a serious writer to correspond with another in England. I speak with the Editor of Sonnetto Poesia in Canada regularly and would also suggest that journal as a place for you most refined formal work.
Sincerely,
John D. Gosslee
Hi Richard,
I was checking the Open Poetry competition for results and looked around the site.
I write primarily formal verse and just had 12 sonnets accepted to Life Positive in India for April and a few others in the past few days.
I wanted to say that Castelrigg's ideas are good, but the rythm needs some jive, it is rather rough. The imagery is superb. A poem can be written in a few minutes. A good poem takes a few hours of editing, a great poem will take days, at least that is what I have found.
Also, I signed my first book contract last year with Gival Press, they will be publishing a book of sonnets in English, French, and Spanish. I am looking for a serious writer to correspond with another in England. I speak with the Editor of Sonnetto Poesia in Canada regularly and would also suggest that journal as a place for you most refined formal work.
Sincerely,
John D. Gosslee
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