Love Unspoken by Linda Fuller She viewed herself as soft and grey, a dove whose blood ran slow, serenity attained through isolation; but she felt constrained so one day dropped a figurative glove which went unclaimed, until a subtle shove of figurative toe deftly explained the gesture to a youth, as yet untrained in matters of the kind implied hereof. Though far from being slovenly, her hair sprang from its pins and tumbled; so did she, by happy chance in clover, under him where much frivolity ensued. A prayer was hatched in hearts; she clove to him, and he to her, their unity and joy a hymn. 03/31/2012 Author's Note: Written for the most recent challenge in Sessions of Sweet Silent Thought, where the challenge was to write a sonnet about love without mentioning the word 'love' in any of its forms. Posted on 04/01/2012 Copyright © 2024 Linda Fuller Member Comments on this Poem Posted by George Hoerner on 04/01/12 at 02:16 AM An enjoyable read my friend. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)