8 February 2012, 11:47 am
Hopes --------- My hopes, they all collect inside my mind Angels riding on the head of a pin. I wonder now at how they are designed; Which will rise or fall; Or make someone king? Or which will reduce me to an infant; Then how long can they stay inside my will? The world stops; holds its breath; in an instant Everything around me is now still. A snowflake falling no more; Sedentary; The very light in the air waits troubled it’s rainbow hue a forgotten memory. Now I can see the walls, quantum bubbles Holding back all the chaos and despair. I wonder who it was who put them there! © G. Burns 9-Feb-2011 --------------------------------------------------------- I struggle with the sonnet form, so please forgive me if this is a little awkward. I started with no rhyme, just an idea and tailored it to the form. That's possibly not the best way to do this. I acknowledge a poem by LoveChild as starting me thinking this way. I'm trying to remember exactly which one started it, as there are a few. The main one I believe is at: http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AhfEv9JxBA5nNl95.KyZ0tnty6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20120130192924AA1fWP6... Read More »
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