Not the One for Me
by Paganini Jones
How can I write of love in fourteen lines
when others write whole treatises or books?
Francis de Sales penned much on love, but I'm
restricted, flummoxed; (dare I say it?) stuck.
That's four lines used. I'm left with only ten.
I love you much. I'm pretty sure that's true.
But also true - I've wasted lines again.
I'll never write a sonnet fit for you.
Just six lines left to praise your eyes and voice.
In five I have to tell you how I feel.
Now four to say (in words of careful choice)
That everything I haven't said is real.
The moral's clear I think you will agree.
'Twixt you and sonnets, you're the one for me.
Written for the 'Love in 14 lines' challenge posted some time ago in "Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought".
Posted on 08/31/2011
Copyright © 2020 Paganini Jones
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Linda Fuller on 08/31/11 at 05:01 PM|
I love the runaway-trainness of this as your available lines diminish - great job.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 09/01/11 at 12:14 AM|
Oh this is fun. It is so very hard to write a good sonnet and I like the fun you had with it. Read Linda Fuller's recent one and really liked it too. Thanks for a creative romp.
|Posted by Colleen Sperry on 09/01/11 at 11:34 AM|
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/02/11 at 02:43 PM|
14 very beautifil lines!