Shakespearain

Rain spreads her dampening coverlet
Thoughtlessly, mercilessly, even purposely

And open-petal welcomed by flora in despair
She black omen-like lingers and filters the air

Then swiftly as a woman's whims, in a cloud of grey she goes
Only the country shows compassion as she pours out all her woes

Thankful for these teardrops, though cursed by those on Earth
Who thoughtlessly condemn them, these saviours of their birth
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
This was my first (and last, as it happens) attempt at a sonnet, while at school when God was a boy.

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agoodguy2have
viljop: this is quite a good poem. it is not however a sonnet which is traditionally 14 lines long...no matter it's a good write with quite natural poetic lines...give us more please.
jazzy75
viljop - nicely penned...i like it :)
Ladybee42
It may not be a sonnet in the technical sense, but it has the feel of a sonnet and shakespeare, it's lovely - thanks for posting..
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