Posted by Daniel on 4/7/2005, 7:50 pm, in reply to "Sonnets From A Green And Growing Place II." I love the theme... Sonnets from a green & growing place... a place many of us need... Some lines stand out: 'Tis not from me the numbers freely flow For 'tis my love which sculpteth now this song, Wendy could describe this far more eloquently (Wendy, Help!!) Seriously, some timely writing, especially using the Sonnet form... Keep writing. Keep posting. Looking forward to more... Blessings,
152.163.100.137
I first read this yesterday, went to the riverbanks today, thinking of these poems, wishing I'd printed copies to be read again...
With rhythm rich and careful accent-fall,
But from his touch, and from his whispers low.
His lips to mine impart the muses' call.
And though this pen, this page, this very hand
Were mine, unto my love they now belong.
Daniel
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