A Sonnet from Love lost days
Indeed soft thoughts I've laboured long,
sung sweeter far than the Poet's song,
fully fills the glass where hope belongs,
relieving woes and its attendant wrongs,
as once sombre sullen enduring throng,
served life's integrity, harsh and wrong,
unknown to Nightingale's love lyrics long,
drowned in murky waters, stagnant strong,
thus slain the darkness that surrounded me,
banishing all which past I could not see,
now swift flown, solitudes lifeless spree
to colour paint, a bright new world for we,
How now, a kaleidoscope to us appear,
an emotional tapestry, coloured woven dear.
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
written on reflection of some one who had been in love's wilderness for many years and now emerging into love's light yet once again
Comments (12)
Hope you dont mind but I feel lines three and four should end as plurals especially where you have spoken of woes rather than woe.
Rob
Phil.
Happy birthday.. I wish Tess and I with our good friends to celebrate with you..
Miss your great hospitality and great food my friend..
Phyllis