Shall I point fingers at the weeping crowd
That doth grind its teeth in sorrow? Breathing
In my hollowed grief thou didst torment me
To whisper his name and sully his shroud.
And now with thy cankered lips dost thou
Seek solace - Thine and mine be twain henceforth!
The pureness of all memory has no need
Of thee, but as a weight upon thy brow.
For in thy shelter preached a different homily
Of cruelty against the weak. So shall I
Feel thy loss tremble in the stillness, and
Sit silently in thy melancholy.
Eclipsed in the sky, the white moon awaits,
And the passing sun - revelation gates.















Comments
Very good!
I like this one much better than the previous.
I'm not sure how I feel about your use of old fashioned
English. Part of me feels that you should write in your own
contemporary voice. Part of me feels that it is merely imitative of Shakespeare. Another part of me feels
that this is a wonderfully written poem. If you enjoy it,
do not let me stop you.
I envy your ability to write a sonnet! Did you start reading sonnets in school or or your own?
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I have but two faces
One for the world,
One for God "
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[ Feel thy loss tremble in the stillness, and
Sit silently in thy melancholy. ]
Good flow with great words.
White moon... You created imgery very well.
Excellent.
Pixie
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