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Sonnet IX: (decasyllabic line rebalanced)

Posted by David Emeron on

If I swore never to describe my heart;
How it yearns so desperately for you;
How it quickens at every sight of you,
Every instant when I first hear your voice;

Withheld how it races when you come near;
That it skips whenever you have touched me;
Pounds with the expectation of your touch;
Beats hard enough, you see my body shake;

Kept secret its quiet morning rhythm;
Long amazed our hearts beat in synchrony;
Wondering how long they would not diverge;
Locked away my pen, and ink, and paper.

If I swore never to describe my heart,
Unheard, would it stop beating forever?

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

Sonnet VIII: (decasyllabic line)

Posted by David Emeron on

If I did not describe my heart; how it
Yearns for you; how it quickens at every
Sight of you, every instant when I first
Hear your voice; If I did not write of how

It races when you come near; that it has
Skipped when you’ve touched me; that it pounds with the
Expectation of your touch, every beat
Hard enough that you can see it shake me;

Kept secret its quiet morning rhythm;
Long amazed our hearts beat in synchrony;
Wondering how long they would not diverge;
Locked away my pen, and ink, and paper.

If I swore never to describe my heart,
Unheard, would it stop beating forever?

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

Sonnet VII: (14 lines by clause)

Posted by David Emeron on

If I did not describe my heart:
How it yearns for you;
How it quickens at every sight of you,
Every instant when I first hear your voice;

If I did not write: of how it races when you come near;
That it has skipped when you have touched me;
That it pounds with the expectation of your touch,
Every beat so hard that it shakes my body enough for you to see;

If I chose to keep the secret: of its quiet rhythm in the morning when I wake;
How long I have lain, quietly amazed as our hearts beat in perfect synchrony;
That I wondered how many minutes would pass before their rhythms diverged;
Every word withheld as I lay down my pen and lock it away with its barren white sheets;

If I swore not to describe my heart,
Would it stop beating forever?

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

Part 7: (14 lines by clause)

Posted by David Emeron on

Here you will find the words themselves, presented in freeverse as simply and compactly as possible.  The order of the words is not changed; there is nothing added or removed, but punctuated in order to make it easier to follow the words–something just short of prose, perhaps.   And although the  line lengths appear problematic, it so happens that there are 14 of these lines.

I should state that the words were originally written this way, although you might have suspected that the original form was presented in part 5.  In any case, the words are easily understood now.

Just read the words.  Think about what they mean; perhaps in answer to the original prompt: