laced waters - sonnet

black waters curl along the stony shore -
unscented moonlight fails to keep the pace
and breaks its sheen against them, more and more,
while turning into foam embroidered lace.
besetting ripples, voicing through the night,
adorn with siren echoes my ordeal...
no sleep for me...obsessed, i taste the light
and hide my dreams under the waters' seal.
those stirring foamy arabesques of past
keep breaking on the shores of my unknown,
from hidden tears they gently wipe the dust
and let them freely carve my face of stone.
black waters curl indeed...from time to time
their lace is just my withered thinking's rhyme




Sonnet by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-12 at 18:15

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M Heathcote
I've read this a few times and I love it, it reads like some of Anna Akhmatova poems working through the night till those first wisps light. :)
2012-12-13


John Ashleigh
I am always impressed when a poet writes a sonnet - I find it a challenging form. This was refreshing and detailed. I thoroughly enjoyed this piece. Thankyou for sharing. *applaud*

Regards,
John.
2012-12-12


countryfog
I've read this three times and keep finding something more in it. It works on several levels - one of course could be the author in a metaphorical and metaphysical sort of way, but it is really the stone against which the sea endlessly breaks, trying to break the stone, which to most anyone seems stoic and implacable, but that is only what is visible - it "tastes the light" but has endured thousands of years by hiding its "dreams under the waters' seal"... not the present but the past "breaking on the shores of my unknown" reinforces the timeless nature of its existence, past, present and perhaps even future all the same. This isn't a subject I would have thought well-suited to a sonnet... you prove me very wrong.
2012-12-12