Dancing this far apart has no avail.
To hear her speak I have to hold her close,
Closer than my confidence will allow,
Almost as though I’m speaking to a ghost.
My hands on her waist, her mouth to my ear
For whispering of her faith to my heart.
Spoken inside of me for me to hear
Her trust our love would never fall apart.
Painting the way it is life should have been
Where she dances in my arms, close to me.
Just the way our lives used to be back then,
Fore we signed at the end of the decree.
Because to our utter disappointment
We were never near in thought or consent.
I suppose this one earns a short explanation. The speaker in this poem is experinecing a failed marriage, but both are still hoping that things will work out. Not what intended when I first wrote it, but it fits.
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Sonnets
PoetryThese are some sonnets that I've written. Some are English (Shakespearean Sonnets), some are Italian Sonnets, and some are modified. They all have 14 lines, ten syllables in each line and hopefully a near iambic pentameter.
