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Sonnet (101)

A sonnet

 

Soft list' upon the conversation spake

may it inform your 'quisitive senses

Light your imagination,  set awake ,

So let this knowledge make some  recompense

 

For you have been left in the dark too long

once wise are you now blind and unforeseen

untold about the secret goings on

but sense and scent describe what all has been.

 

look to the rose when thorns get in the way

of it being picked, and smelled and cherished, so

in time will scorn them and put them away

And will no more to let their sharpness grow.

 

So cold revenge what shape now wilt thou take

to **** that lust yet keep the urge awake.

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Written by
david-i-phillips
English
Published
Apr 29, 2010
Lines·Words
15·115
Notes

A bit of self indulgence playing with the form.- From Emotional Swings & Round-a-bouts

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