Speak not when this pale shallow glass
Shall fall in broken shale upon the floor,
Scattering winsome Laughter as Seasons pass,
Whispering in Retrospect, More and More.
Like Fallen Roses in the Burgeoning Rush of May,
When Petals Glisten and Drop in Heavy Balm,
This Passion, Once Remembered, forgets to Play,
And Now sits brooding, Silent in the Broken Calm.
Transparent and Untended in the Willow-ribbon haze,
This Mirror of True Love, now Tarnished Lies,
Reflecting Naught but my Own Shifting Gaze,
While Memory Above the Void, Unraveled, Flies.
Now as the Darkness Seeps and Sinks Around,
My Yearning Heart Strains to Hear Your Songs Sweet Sound.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Anne Stokes
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Ahhhhhhh, friday 🙂
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You can tell what day it is just by my posts, eh? 🙂 🙂 🙂
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Indubitably
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Really like this Morgan! A great love’s longing sonnet.
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Thank You so much Rob 🙂 I do love writing Sonnets ❤ although I got away from them for a while.
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That comes through! 🙂
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Morgan, what a beautiful sonnet. I esspecially loved the lines:
This Passion, Once Remembered, forgets to Play,
And Now sits brooding, Silent in the Broken Calm.
Such passion, longing, love!
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🙂 I am always so Delighted when someone else hears the Longing Singing! I know the sensation well, but it does create a fine verse. Thank You Ever So Very Much and also for all the Marvelous Twitter RTs 🙂
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