Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Brokenhearted Survivor's Sonnet: More Play With Poetry Forms

Earlier this month I fiddled with acrostics just to flex the poetry muscle. Today it's sonnets.

Brokenhearted Survivor's Sonnet
By Nordette N. Adams

Is it my heart that you have cruely cursed,
My blood confined to boiling rage in hate?
Or have you left a chamber fit to thirst
For one last romance a fresh love may sate?
You came as one with ill intent in mind
And stole from dreams a peace I'd nurtured long,
Taking no care to gently seek and find
The hidden notes that culminate my song.

But I unlike a starry-eyed young girl
Can bear the treachery you've planted here
And shine in time this sand into a pearl
The envy of your bitter mind to fear.

Thus will I be at once and evermore
A lighthouse to the wounded who seek shore.

© 2010 Nordette N. Adams

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