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Click hereWhat more, but this ballpoint pen holds the truth
To all of my heart's anchored desires?
To what else am I slave enough to let loose,
Besides this ink, and thought's eternal fires?
Others find their pleasure in distant dreams
Where hope is fantasy and light is dark;
Where imagination has lost its gleam
And artists have no ambition; no heart.
Yet, my ship of thought is built of strong wood
And I am bold in the seas of this life,
So come lash yourself to the bow that withstood
The harshest roilings of the ocean's strife.
For, some tread water perpetually
But I refuse to be claimed by the sea.
as well as a look into the heart and soul of a poet. The perseverance and tenacity to search and find meaning in images. Some wonderful metaphor and phrasing add dimension to it all. The meter, with the exception of a couple of breaks, is wonderful and the rhyme was very subtle. All in all a wonderful poem... a wonderful sonnet. Well done.
jim : )
If Ange says it's a sonnet it must be
: )
All I know is that it's lyrical, thought provoking and beautifully phrased
Great work
Thank you
Nothing like reading a sonnet first thing on a Sunday! And this is a lovely one, written with a searching delicacy that is somehow balanced with resolve. You made it work and I really enjoyed reading it. :)