The first in my latest spiral titled: I Never Tasted Love ‘Til: YOU.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCCLXXVII)
Ne mad distraction frets the hours, no. Pale
And whitish heavns wear ah, the ghost from hence
Of blue, your eyes I cherish for intents
Upon the stage, last-minute choices, bail,
Yet likeas these dim skies not looking, hale
Warmth with cicadas’ drone for aye a sense
Ya, ya, of summer and July, whiles thence
I marvel at complaisance: YOURS, t’avail.
We text “Good Morning” and at night in tour;
Nor have I but givn you more than else knew.
Yes, YOU. Yet somehow I’m calm, madness poor.
We are. The early minutes were fraught to
Effect, or in a whirlwind you turned fer
All that “my world” quite upside-down to YOU.
12Jul18d
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Very well penned sonnet. I had to look , ‘hale’ & ‘fer’ up
I’m not familiar with Old English.
Thank you very much! Whence now you are acquainted with “hale”? “Fer” is merely my twisting of the world “for” to fit the rhyme scheme required. I am instead surprised you never bothered with the very first word used, since I’d have thought that particular one most unfamiliar.
I forgot to mention Ne in my comment, Ne and I are acquainted now… lol
I checked the link in your profile where you’re reading your poem, so nice to see you and hear your voice, very well done and most humorous, made me smile. tfs
This lovely verse ‘ screams’ of love and adoration!
Thank you.
😉
I’m lovin the Shakespearean feel
ta my ken and da emotions real