Sonnet № 50542
Cliche
Cliches are lovely things, I think they say
much that a rarer phrase cannot express,
and in the common mind, the role they play,
is one much filled with beauty and largess.
When used discerningly within a verse
their nuances of meaning are quite sweet,
though writ unthinkingly they are a curse
that seldom helps a poet find his feet.
The poet who would make their light his own
must keep such phrases constantly at hand
and close his ears to critics as they moan,
then with girded loins pick up his pen and
rebel. Finding within a phrase thatâs old
some image, that while used, is good as gold.
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Great Sonnet.
Yes 10, its called Iambic pentametre, five iambic steps so that you walk through the rhythm of the lines da dum all the way. The rhyme scheme makes this an English or Shakespearean sonnet Rainstorm over Angelos cafe which I will post in a minute has a different rhyme scheme and is an Italian or Petrachian sonnet
(18/5/2003)
To live, is to be part of all that lives.
To feel within your soul the greater beat
of beauty in a world spread at your feet,
and be ennobled by the joy it gives.
The distant hills, greyed by the Summer rain,
the thunder telling tales of hidden might,
the swallows as they flick their magic flight,
the cat watching the sparrows peck at grain,
contribute in their own entrancing ways
to bless the moment and its joyous kiss,
that leaves a lingâring memory of bliss,
and stirs my mind to symphonies of praise.
A momentâs peace, felt, yet best defined
less by whatâs there, than by whatâs left behind.
Very good
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