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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.
08/31/2011 Author's Note:
Written for the 'Love in 14 lines' challenge posted some time ago in "Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought".
Posted on 08/31/2011
Copyright © 2025 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 lovely!! |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/02/11 at 02:43 PM 14 very beautifil lines! |
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