This sonnet is actually closely related to my earlier post, "Broken Window Blues." (Hint: "Lily")


Lily's Pall: A Sonnet

I saw your likeness there upon his wall
You flower of the darkest matter made
Upon his brow you cast a dismal pall
In 'membrance of those paths that were waylaid.
So many years ago your selfish sin
Divested me of him before my time
Aborting progress of what might have been
Now naught remains but melody and rhyme.
The lemonade I've fashioned with my life:
A husband, children, home, career and name
Content provider, loyal mother, wife
In sweetness hints of bitterness remain.
The victim bewitched by your heart of stone,
Tho' you and I move on, he stands alone.



November 2008




Sonnet by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2010-12-31 at 18:27

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countryfog
In the last century no one wrote more perfect sonnets about love and loss than Edna St. Vincent Millay. Had I not know who wrote this I would have thought she did. I have no higher praise than that.
2011-01-01



This is great—a survey of damage wrought without being the least vindictive. Just an appraisal of what was and what is, how it came to be, and the aftermath. It's great to read a sonnet where the rhymes fall into place effortlessly and the images come naturally.

A pleasure to read. This could go in a text of how to write a contemporary poem using a classic form. (The same could be said about your villanelle).

Happy new year,
jim
2011-01-01