Hues and mist raved through the storm and found me.
Little did the waves know that my soul was not free.
My heart became her starry night till now,
World's chaos challenged the brave and left with a vow.
O' beloved, understand that life is not here to thrash you,
but is those chances given to the moments to build your tomb.
Your places are both in the roots and buds where you bloom.
So when love comes along and asks why, say bliss at rare times paints itself blue.
A hypnotizing halo of life breathing in the darkest grave.
Upon your grace, my trails become my slave,
As I command my footprints to bring me far.
A knight I become and my quest is to save.
Even when you turn into those stars-
My oath still remains to erase all your scars.
Divino Sonetto-
This poetry form was presented by the part Italian poet Divena Collins. It follows the Italian 8/6 pattern, but her Scottish upbringing makes a statement with the sestet, and a much different tempo. Here is the pattern;
a. a. b. b. . . c. d. d. c. . . e. e. f. . . e. f. f.
or .a. a. b. b. . . c. d. d. c. . . e. e. f. . . e. g. g.
