Thursday, 28 February 2013

Sonnet 1

I could compare it to an open flame,
Or rather to a still-as-crystal lake,
Perhaps, though, to a beast that can't be tamed,
Or to a slumber nearing its awake,
A flower petal falling to the ground,
A storm that rages through the open sea,
The scent of sights and touching of a sound,
A flood that fills and spills all over me;
And yet, despite comparisons to spare,
I cannot find a way to phrase it right;
A feeling that is common as it's rare,
A feeling that is dark as it is light.
To put such things to words just will not do,
For no such earthly way describes them true.

3 comments:

  1. WOW! So beautifuly written!I am in awe with your abiltiy to write about such things. :D You are amazing! I love this so much cause it's all TRUE!(and it RHYMES! Somethign I have not had even the courage to try yet)
    BRAVO NOAM FOR BEING A GENIUS POET! *hugs*

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  2. My goodness, that's so beautiful!
    Lovely, wonderful poem, Red!

    Hard to say, because I like so many of these lines, but I think my favorite are:

    "A storm that rages through the open sea,
    The scent of sights and touching of a sound,
    A flood that fills and spills all over me;"

    Great poem!

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  3. This is really amazing and wonderful, Red!

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