Her Eyes
HER EYES
An ocean may be filled with gems arrayed -
With swaying jewels priceless and unique;
Her eyes provide the finest true display -
The only one I wish my eyes to seek.
The brightest diamonds turn each warming ray
Sent from the sun to shattered shards of light.
They have no warmth - their faultless facets play
And split to shreds the heart of sun so bright.
Are emeralds - those succulent green grapes
In bunches glazed and frozen - ever pressed
Into the flowing wine with fluid shapes
Of sad or happy tears when soft-caressed?
Her water-pearls at evening darkly shimm’ring,
Slow glow with morning satisfaction whole,
That lustre in the embers gently simm’ring
To widening oriel circles of her soul :
Warm, gentle, wet, as wavelets on the shore
Caress my soul and linger ever more.
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Note
This is not a normal sonnet with 14 lines, but a
kind of "uber sonnet" with 18 lines and two
voltas....called a heroic sonnet.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2013
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