Tag: Spenserian sonnet

Prisoners of Time, Revised

We are all virtual prisoners of time guarded by ticking hands of the clocktrapped in flashbacks gnawing at our minds that feed our fears as we take useless stock A vapid predator in the night they stalk when we are most vulnerable and weak…

Prisoners of Time

We are all virtual prisoners of time guarded by ticking hands of the clocktrapped in flashbacks gnawing at our minds that feed our fears as we take useless stock A vapid predator in the night they stalk when we are most vulnerable and weak…

Paint

The only sound the ticking of the key wound clockas her tears slip, dripping down to her beating heartthe room a somber grey, time to her has stoppedfor he has gone and torn their sacred world apart His presence fills the space as a…

Heart Strings

Sweet darling, I beseech your heart do not deny love’s fragile wings as my kisses on your lips impart sweet essence of honey, gold of kings.

The Light of Youth

When she looks in the mirror, she sees the girl like a bright beacon of light from within with rosy cheeks, and bouncing red curls and a body that was willow switch thin.

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