Might These High Seas...

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Might these high seas deceive?
When her laughter sounds near
My ear.

Who do I believe?
When I see upon her chest,
Breaking waves merely crest.

To who do I atone?
When on the phone she attests,
Lest I protest her request;

To be always hers to press,
And always hers possessed.

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UnderYourSpellUnderYourSpellabout 13 years ago
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Also tripped over who/whom ....... like the last stanza very clever

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 13 years ago
One....

....small, slightly anal-retentive comment - should it not be "to WHOM do I attone"? Other than that it read smoothly for me.

Tess

WilliamButlerYeatsWilliamButlerYeatsabout 13 years agoAuthor
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I wrote "who do I believe?" when in my tablet it read, "Who's plea might I believe?" For anyone who's interested, it read:

Might these high seas deceive?

When her laughter sounds near mine ear.

Who's plea might I believe?

When I see upon her chest,

Breaking waves merely crest.

To who do I atone?

When on the phone she attests,

Lest I protest her request;

To be always hers to press,

And always hers possessed.

twelveoonetwelveooneabout 13 years ago
AH

Billy B. You know of my war against rhyming couplets, breaks the pattern. Amusing. I'll consider it a parody of sorts, but skirts it "When on the phone she attests," although, "Lest I protest her request;" Not exactly high poetry. New writers take note, four pattern, question, question, question, answer. Does not take it past the law of diminishing returns. A 5

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