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by Mark Jul 29, 2018
Love, romance /
The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume
as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day
and skews the stoic lensing out of gloom
alike the hearted Eros, wrought his sway.
How still the specks of frost on balm and reed
like stars arranged in view for crystal eyes,
and glazed upon the tips; a sweetened mead
which lovers strive in truthful, purple prize.
A sullen stratus coats the idle orb
succumbs the amber beam to patchy lure,
and from within uncertain skies absorb
a kindred duel; dreamers must endure.
Tonight, the morrow, all thereon to be
to ardors flux; at night is when to see.
by Dagmar Wilson
Awesome write. All the very best to you.
by Ben Pickard
Great stuff, Mark. Quick note - line twelve has 9 syllables, there.
All the best as ever,
scrub that - dual has two when I thought one!
WOW! Amazing write!
Marky - Excellent.. I still dont know why you post when i cant nominte.. GRR
I will nominate when i can..
You really are grasping the sonnets lately.. Love it..