Blank-verse Sonnet, No. 1:
Breathtaking
©2012, Olan L. Smith
Transported ― this he wonders does she come
To curse, or give him hope? Is this a ploy?
This day his wind was seized beneath his chest,
And heaven's wings did come to touch his face,
Unconscious devotion came to unlock
His heart, a sweet perfumed bouquet awoke
Him. Suddenly, resistance nevermore
To saddle trust; her voice reverberates
Supplanting stars, a seraph's gift of love
So chaste, and hence her power she divulged;
However, why was happiness denied
Before, and what authority decides?
For, he arrived a shattered heart destroyed
And only honesty will heal such pain.
A/N: This is a blank-verse sonnet written in iambic pentameter with an octet stanza followed by a sestet. The volta begins in line 11.
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PoetryJourney Home c.2013, Olan L. Smith Journey Home is a collection of poems that is a personal search for my spiritual home. I go about this search with the tools of poetry using the English language as my map. Love, peace and freedom, Olan L. Smith
