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- I am not sure if these are actually sonnets, or not. If someone could look them over, and let me know, I would appreciate all the help I can get, and other comments are welcome also. Thanks, catie :)


Catherine

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Like a windmill in the shrill winds blowing free
Ever varying in fainthearted obscurities
Summer smiles then flagrant frowns
What doleful wind between me and thee?
The heart of mortal man will surely shun
The fleeting Spirit of sweetest, bitterest Catherine.
What old faces, sharp… Continue

The Distant Flame

A paramount flame enraptures to rule,
unearthing the spicy array of my senses,
the reverie of Spring cautiously subdued,
the syncopated beat, three steps beyond pretentious.
Longing for that vision seen only in glimpses,
beyond the tide of what is still becoming real,
as passion burns its slow decay upon my defenses,
Baby, you make me feel.

I close my eyes to a thousand stars,
on a velvet curtain of the night,
and the braille pathways of my heart,
submerge discretely into you… Continue

I think this one needs some work, I would like some feedback and suggestions please. Certain lines are clearly suffering, and do not seem to carry the piece forward. HELP! Maybe it is not worth the time and effort? It has been sitting for quite some time! I think the first and the third stanza are terrible, and I am wondering if the poem might stand on it's own with only the second and fourth stanzas. Thankx :) Catie

Heaven Could Not Hold You

If I could command the moon and sun
to stand sti… Continue