Listless Magic Singing within the Gilded Cage,
It’s Golden Bars A-shimmer in Secluded form,
Like Fortune Standing Mute Upon a Stage
While Blind and Deaf Parishioners to it swarm.
Paltry Hangs the Hour of Night in Shade,
It’s Ruddy Glimmer pale and out of Luster,
Like Majestic Dawn Beneath the storm Does fade,
While The Pouting Gales refuse to blow or bluster.
Upon this rusting Diadem, where Blush once Stood,
With Rose Hued Passion A-blaze in Fullest Glory,
Now hangs a cowl most drear, this graying hood,
Mute Testament to Time’s Tempestuous Story.
Yet in the Pallid Eye of this declining Glimmer,
Youth Retains Immortal Breath in Recollection’s Shimmer.
~Morgan~.
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Beautiful Photograph found at: awwproject.org
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This was a nice read :]
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Thank You very much. I do confess to being rather proud of this one 0:)
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And you should be. It was beautiful :]
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Very, very nice. You captured what we can see in her face and eyes. Blessings, Natalie 🙂
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Thank You so much. When I saw the picture, this beautiful woman of a fully lived life, I knew it was the absolute perfect fit for this sonnet. Isn’t she beautiful!
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I can tell you are a Shakespeare lover, your cadence reminds me of his sonnets.
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Thank you!!!…that is HIGH praise to me 🙂
Blessings~
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very nice rhythm and cadence to this…and really nice capture of her, so much to be read in that face as well…quite and inspiration and what a poem that you strung from her image as well…
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She was a remarkably fortunate discovery after I’d written the sonnet, because it truly seems I wrote it about her. Her eyes and that whisper of a smile speak volumes and hide so many secrets!
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where blush once stood… such a vivid picture it paints – this was very nice
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Thank You Bill 🙂 I so appreciate you stopping by !
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beautiful poem …’Youth Retains Immortal Breath in Recollection’s Shimmer.’ says it all.
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Thank You so much, Paints 🙂
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You have ‘painted’ a very vivid picture here….and the photo you have chosen is perfect for poem.
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you know…when i saw that photo i thought when i look like her once i’m old, i’m happy…cause you see traces of her life in her eyes and face…and love what i see there..
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I do agree, she is beautiful! Thank you for visiting, Claudia 🙂
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This is a beautiful sonnet and the photo is a perfect illustration. Wonderful closing line!
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Thank You Gabriella! I am so pleased you stopped by 🙂
Blessings~
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“Yet in the Pallid Eye of this declining Glimmer,
Youth Retains Immortal Breath in Recollection’s Shimmer”
It is truly amazing that you didn’t write these words for the woman in your photo. To have such young eyes in a time-worn face is almost unbelievable..
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Finding her beautiful photograph was a Blessing from Heaven, I agree. She is amazing…I wish I knew who she was, what her story is, Im sure it would be fantastic!
Thank You for stopping 😉
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Love the bitter-sweetness of this sonnet.. really a very classic feel to your words, but I love the subject even more..
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Thank You Ever So Bjorn! I am always delighted to know you’ve stopped by and I haven’t left you wondering why 😉
Blessings~
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Morgan your use of archaic language and syntax works really well in this poem. A more than pleasant read to be sure. >KB
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I do thank You 🙂 And I equally confess that I do tend to speak/write like it was 200 years ago…so it finally worked 🙂
Being cheeky..but thank you Ever so!
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You are most welcomed. >KB
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