Craig Cornish Poet Sonnet

Listen to Your Eyes

The windows of your soul can tell no lies ~
betray the honeyed guile that passed your lips,
and echo in the aspect of your eyes
where truth betrays a telling tear that drips.
When caught upon the tongue, its bitter taste,
now lingers there, and never to be gone,
except upon the paths, where it is traced
like the haunting rapture of a song.
Yet, in your eyes, I hear it once again,
it whispers like a hymn amongst the trees,
and like the sad refrain from Monday's rain,
is shaken from our leaves on Tuesday's breeze.
I wonder how much yesterday pretends,
if love and its perfection ever ends...

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Ink Empress February 25, 2025 at 7:52 AM So mellifluous, how youve written this exquisite and soulfully moving sonnet dear craigsz! You have a very evocative way with words and i keep saying this but its what i always feel when i read your poems! I really find the lines “ and like the sad refrain from Monday's rain, is shaken from our leaves on Tuesday's breeze.” How clever and unique and monday blues are real! And so i think many can resonate also with that! I absolutely love the rhymes and how in a subtle but a deep manner youv written for the prompt! Best wishes always! Pleasure reading your sonnet today. Sending you light Craig Cornish July 5, 2026 at 12:16 PM Hmm, so sadly never replied to your thoughtful and kind comment---Dear Inky but, as always, am honored to be appreciated by not only a fine poet but, more importantly ~ a special human being.