Her silent feet would pace the night away,
(This feline, onyx, crost my path apace;)
From thwarting silence, thoughts of lost love stray,
(Though padding softly, sporting lost love’s face.)
Appeared she, lofty, when I saw her then.
(Though not sincerely real, an I lament)
I felt her smile, soft; I feel, as when…
(We dwelt in hours, not of ours, spent.)
Love of my heart, O whither hast thou gone!
(Doth silent now and withered step thy wake;)
How empty hath thy pedestal, thereon,
(Condemnt our path–recalleth our mistake.)
But no! lamenting love were wrong; but O!
Unspent, thy steps have left me, long ago.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
It has taken me a few days but I can see her now. Thank you.
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I am so sorry, my dear. What you see above is two poems in one. I have not so much lucased it as shown it to make it more clear.
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Tricksy. Very tricksy.
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And I’m glad we’ve revisited this one, because… I should like to try more of these.
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I love it! You definitely should do more of these 2-for-1 poems. Thanks so much for following my blog; I’m definitely following yours as well :)
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I had all but forgotten about this one!
What a wonder that you stumbled upon it. I think I really must better document all the methods and techniques I either learn, am taught, stumble upon, discover, invent, trip over, &c.
This really is a technique I did want to try some more. It will be “awesome” to make it part of my upcoming series, the beginning of which will appear some time next week. (If by then I still number among the living)
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Haha, I’ll look forward to them–if I’m among the living as well :)
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This is a hectic time for us. Lately we have a full house here–visitors who will be here for a very long-term visit. The commotion may kill me!
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Visitors abide
Thou livest still, I see, mine
Best beloved one.
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