Sonnet 3

[Michael Burton]

This is the third sonnet I've written, but the first I've shared on this site.

The hardness of a heart is written clear
On ever-pallid cheeks, of hue the same
As lifeless, marble men, untouch’d, unsmear’d,
By greatest gift and greatest woe, our shame.
In gentle reds and softer pinks does love
Beloveds color, dabb’d with rosy tints,
When beau a belle delights with thoughts thereof,
And Eros on her face a kiss imprints.
Our plowshares rust, our petals wither down,
The spheres occult, the earth in orbit turns,
We bore of grins, stares, furrows, winks, and frowns;
Worldliness dulls where innocence yet burns.
         So I prefer my blood would fail to flow,
         Than quit its dearest charge, that blushing glow.
 

[tonyv]

Michael,

I've enjoyed this well crafted Shakespearean sonnet several times. The meter is right there, and the couplet sums things up nicely.

I've met people who say they don't have a romantic side. That's not me.

Nice first submission. Welcome to the forum.

Tony

[Tinker]

Welcome to PMO Michael,  I am very impressed your lovely Shakespearean Sonnet.

"when beau a belle delights". Love that line.   How can anyone resist romance delivered in a form designed for love.  (Well most of the time)

i look forward to getting to know you and reading more of your work.

~~Tink

[dcmarti1]

Our plowshares rust, our petals wither down,
The spheres occult, the earth in orbit turns,

Won. Der. Ful. !!

[Michael Burton]

Thank you all for the welcoming responses. I can't wait to post more of my work here.

I'm glad I stumbled upon this place!

-Michael