Which way does the spell go?
Where does her fury go?
Wry face and fuming heart
Wilted meadow we see
Witching hour saddles her
Waiting to cast the spell
Walking on mystic lanes
September 27, 2023.
Categories:
wry face, poetry,
Form: Pleiades
Dull As A Disease
I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I do feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in apt flair
You look real as life, my amore mia.
When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
When I initiate to scribe sonnet,
I see you duly embossed on the page.
Sighing, wry face, lips as dry as a leaf
Your green blue deep eyes upraised fully,
Neither the death kills me, nor does the life,
Your very silence eats my soul and body.
Dull as a disease, I die of a thought,
Do not you fancy the same as I ought?.
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Date 21-10-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Third place win
Contest: I Recall by Frank H.
Categories:
wry face, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
And behind the door I do feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in the air,
You look real as life to me, “Amore Mio”.
When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
I initiate to scribe a sonnet,
And lo! I see you embossed on the page.
Sighing, wry face, the lips as a dried leaf,
Your greenish deep eyes upraised fully,
Neither death kills me, nor does lonely life,
But your silence eats my soul and body.
Numb as a disease, I die of a thought,
My love, don’t you sense the same as I aught?
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A Shakespearian sonnet in Iambic Pentameter (ABAB CDCD EFEF GG)
Contest: Loneliness 7Th place win
Categories:
wry face, loneliness, longing,
Form: Sonnet
I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I feel your mien,
When my poetic muse is in the air,
You look real as life, amore mia.
When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
When I initiate to scribe a sonnet,
I see you embossed on the page.
Sighing, wry face, lips as a dry leaf,
Your green deep eyes upraised fully,
Neither death kills me, nor does life,
Your silence eats my soul and body.
Numb as a disease, I die of a thought,
Don’t you sense the same as I ought?.
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Categories:
wry face, fantasy
Form: Sonnet
I am sitting in my Dorchester lair,
Behind the door I feel your lovely mien,
The time my poetic muse is in the air,
You look so much real as life, amore mia.
When I am surfing on the internet,
You are there in my click I envisage,
When I initiate to scribe a sonnet,
I could see you embossed on the pages.
Sighing, wry face, the lips as a dry leaf,
Your green blue deep eyes upraised fully,
Neither the death kills me, nor does the life,
Your silence always eats my soul and body.
Numb as a disease, I die of a thought,
Do not you sense the same as I ought do?
Categories:
wry face, miss you,
Form: Sonnet