Divinely “stepping rhythm:” blankverse–thou,
Most courtly poetess, to me once wrote–
To promenade as flawlessly anon.
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Tag Archives: Longing
Sonnet X: (blankverse)
If swore I: never to describe my heart;
How desperately yearns it so for you;
How quickens it at every sight of you,
At every instant when I hear your voice;
Withheld I: how it races when you near;
How might it skip whene’er you’ve touched my cheek;
To pound its expectation of your touch;
And hard enough, you see my body shake;
Kept secret I: its quiet morning pace;
Amazed, as beat our hearts in synchrony;
My wonder as they long would not diverge;
Then, locked my paper, pen, and ink, away;
If swore I: never to describe my heart;
Unheard, would then its beat forever still?
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Part 10: (blankverse)
“That stepping rhythm:” deca-syllables
Of which a gracious poetess once wrote,
That navigate so flawlessly along.
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Sonnet IX: (decasyllabic line rebalanced)
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?
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Part 9: (decasyllabic line rebalanced)
There is a balance;
I feel it is important,
So I see to it.
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Sonnet VIII: (decasyllabic line)
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:
Part 8: (decasyllabic line)
Here are no more than
The same thoughts with fewer words,
But still in freeverse.
David Emeron: Sonnets 