Lines In The Ocean (English sonnet)

by Ben Pickard   Jul 3, 2019

If I could write a simple verse for you
By leaving out all things of no import,
Then all your skies would turn from black to blue,
And all your battles be already fought.
My quill is often far too intricate
Because it scrawls with thoughts of butterflies,
And so the colours lose themselves to soot -
My meanings lost amongst a showy guise.
For now, my pen can rest upon the page -
These lips can do their best to speak the verse.
I call on actors, all, to leave the stage;
My words will do their best to quench your thirst.
When lines you mean to draw become a shape,
Denounce the ocean for a simple lake.


Ben Pickard


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  • 10 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Ben, I think you'll find 11 syllables in the 7th line....

    Not really! Lol

    Your work is fabulous, as per usual.

  • 10 months ago

    by Daniel

    An excellent win, Ben. You enviably pen perfect sonnets with ease, with such consistency.

    • 10 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Many thanks, Daniel, but believe me, it's not always easy.

      All the best

  • 10 months ago

    by Mark

    Great win!

  • 10 months ago

    by Milly Hayward

    As always lost for words - a real pleasure to read your poetry - breathtaking piece with superb visuals. Milly x

  • 10 months ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Wow, Ben. Although there are a small handful of sonneteers on here, none can balance the delicacy of the form; the nostalgic feel of words whilst harmonising the clarity of modern life.

    Well done, a love poem that needs to guilted frame.

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