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They call this condition, September blind.
Secret eyes peek from silky autumn-brown.
On lifting wisps of wind, her scent does find --
A head adorned with thorny, lovelorn crown.

In the warming wet; in our blissful smiles;
On banana-bikes; on mossy-rock shores --
Our union dropped by circumstantial trials
That divide one love into distant doors.

In space-time loops I will search forever --
And, once again, until that plain I find.
From nebulous clouds to Heaven's lever.
I sense her ... so near -- but, I cannot bind!

In-between two 'verses she lives and dies.
How does one cross those parallel skies?

September 1, 2016
English Sonnet 3 - Poetry Contest

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Date: 3/8/2017 4:47:00 PM
Very nice... beautiful sonnet..
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Date: 9/13/2016 5:17:00 PM
Your English Sonnet was awesome, creative and unique..Congratulations on your placement..Sara
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Tom Arnone
Date: 9/26/2016 9:47:00 AM
Thank you, Sara. I don't know how I'm missing these comments. Are we not receiving e-mails for all comments placed? :-(
Date: 9/12/2016 8:25:00 AM
"THAT DIVIDE ONE LOVE INTO DISTANT DOORS"....damn that's a great line. Nice job with the sonnet Tom, they are a treacherous breed.
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Tom Arnone
Date: 9/12/2016 9:15:00 AM
Thanks, John. P.S. Why don't you choose an avatar for your profile pic -- better than staring at that blank, gray and white placeholder image.
Date: 9/10/2016 6:56:00 PM
oh my banana bikes! perfect flow with this sonnet, it may be my favorite in the contest,congrats on your top placement :)-luloo
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Tom Arnone
Date: 9/10/2016 11:50:00 PM
Stop it, Laura. Your words are way too generous. :-)
Date: 9/10/2016 6:44:00 PM
Tom, congratulations on your 1st place win beautiful written . Hugs Eve
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Tom Arnone
Date: 9/10/2016 6:47:00 PM
Hearing it first from you, Eve. Thanks! :-)
Date: 9/3/2016 10:58:00 AM
Love the imagery in this one. Oh, how I recall the banana bikes. I worked all summer in my 14th year to buy one of my own! First love, this sounds like childhood romance. I am fond of my teen loves and often wonder where they went to!! What became of them? oh to know it!!
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Tom Arnone
Date: 9/3/2016 11:06:00 AM
My continuing attempt to write a proper English sonnet. I got the syllables right -- but, the iambic pentameter is my nemesis. :-)