A sea, you are, regrets that wash ashore
Incessant waves of mem'ries stinging salt
Each rush assails her heart forevermore
Envaulting swells that fill her lungs with fault
A woman's love assaulted by her sea
Thus born to bear what men on boats deny
compassion deep that weeps eternally
Thus born to grieve, reproached by men who lie
Lo' billows raised by wind unbraids her hair
On wings of prayer that fearless love foresees
She lifts to lofty realms all men who dare
to rescue fools who sail on wormwood seas
Her love doth foam with swirling discontent
as countless souls to ocean's graves are sent
gv feb.19.17
A Shakespearian sonnet. Iambic pentameter
I
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
A sea, you are, regrets that wash ashore
Incessant waves of mem'ries stinging salt
Each rush assails her heart forevermore
Envaulting swells that fill her lungs with fault
A woman's love assaulted by her sea
Thus born to bear what men on boats deny
compassion deep that weeps eternally
Thus born to grieve, reproached by men who lie
Lo' billows raised by wind unbraids her hair
On wings of prayer that fearless love foresees
She lifts to lofty realms all men who dare
to rescue fools who sail on wormwood seas
Her love doth foam with swirling discontent
as countless souls to ocean's graves are sent
gv feb.19.17
A Shakespearian sonnet. Iambic pentameter
I