On Man and Woman . . . neither being at the extremes of their existence.
He sees her raptured in her fine array;
she sees him captured as if tapestry
refined, resplendent, fall of awe, dismay,
amidst the beauty of her artistry.
She is no walker, waiting, dismal sight
for some poor peasant passing on the street
nor he a stalker seeking for the night
some solace from seductress, nectar sweet.
Both meet as shadows do at night by chance
converging by their own magnetic fields
drawn by each ones' poetic words and dance
in lightless dreams whence each to other yields.
Where shadows unseen cloaked by night reside,
There also loves to their beloved confide.
Sonnet by NotaDeadPoet
Read 613 times
Written on 2007-01-13 at 16:55
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Sonnet 114 Shadows in the Dark
He sees her raptured in her fine array;
she sees him captured as if tapestry
refined, resplendent, fall of awe, dismay,
amidst the beauty of her artistry.
She is no walker, waiting, dismal sight
for some poor peasant passing on the street
nor he a stalker seeking for the night
some solace from seductress, nectar sweet.
Both meet as shadows do at night by chance
converging by their own magnetic fields
drawn by each ones' poetic words and dance
in lightless dreams whence each to other yields.
Where shadows unseen cloaked by night reside,
There also loves to their beloved confide.
Sonnet by NotaDeadPoet
Read 613 times
Written on 2007-01-13 at 16:55
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
