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Profundity of prose is not my goal
I rarely think of speaking to the wise
A poet’s words should ravage through your soul
And wake from sleep the dullest care-worn eyes
So if by chance some measured rhyme atones
For such deep seated lacks as found within
This isn’t any aim that I would own
I’d relish more the birthing of new sin
Derangement of the senses gives us more
Than solemn recitation lends the ear
I’d rather find there’s something to adore
In thoughts so crisp and honest angels fear
This poet needs no meaning here to say
I gather all my words and start to play

(c ) Helen Valentina 2018

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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8 Responses to Sonnet

  1. Gwen Plano says:

    Lovely, Helen. Strong images and phrases. Thank you for sharing. ♥

  2. Yes, bring all your words to the game.

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