idea taken from a verse of one of my earlier poems...

lovely dove who doesn't sing/big, hurt eyes and broken wing

What Are You Worth?

Oh, lovely dove who weeps but cannot sing,
who stole your tune to keep it for his own?
Who dragged you from the sky by silken wing
to snatch your song and leave you lying prone
at mercy of the winds, afraid, alone?
Is he remorseful now he's caused you pain?
No; heedless of the pleads your eyes intone,
he's gone and left you crying with the rain.
He's gone to celebrate; he's won the strain
of lovely melody that once rang true
all through the woods, 'cross fields of golden grain
---which, songless now, sigh mournfully for you.
Oh, lovely dove---hurt eyes and broken wing...
what are you worth, now you no more can sing?

Sonnet by Sun.Moon.Stars.Rain
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Written on 2009-01-18 at 16:39

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very pretty though
I do like a good sonnet

Beautiful! I love your wording, how you show the sorrow of a loss through the brokeness of a dove. Gorgeous

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i really like the rhyme in this one, masterfully done. nice work!

beautiful sorrow