The thoughts are broken up, as knees on crosses,
and solar plexus is my spirit’s prison.
All roads with ancient pain are closed, and losses
prolong to paint between the eyebrows reasons.
No wind could bring a balsam for the roses,
for they are cut to wilt. What makes you listen
to how departing moments break to clauses,
to phrases, words, and something warm as pleasing?
An eye is hosting planetary rallies,
but step inside liaised with love and courage
to catch the severed light and self-reflection.
A check-mark on my left side meant for sally.
It’s time to conquer blues and narrow forage,
words nail the sole of firmament with passion.
13 August 2009
Sonnet II
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2009
Свидетельство о публикации №109081306427
Свидетельство о публикации №109081306427
Рецензии
Very nice! Very nice indeed!!! I love this traditional form very much and in my opinion you've done your job with this piece of mastering in the best way I've ever imagined!!!
Frankly yours,
Ingi.
:-)
Ингвар Олафсон 27.08.2009 17:44 • Заявить о нарушении
Frankly yours,
Ingi.
:-)
Ингвар Олафсон 27.08.2009 17:44 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you Ingi,
I'm glad you didn't forget about me. To write the English versions is easy since I have Ukrainian prototypes...
Юрий Лазирко 29.08.2009 08:45 Заявить о нарушении
I'm glad you didn't forget about me. To write the English versions is easy since I have Ukrainian prototypes...
Юрий Лазирко 29.08.2009 08:45 Заявить о нарушении