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Midway between the wild and the tamed
Enveloped with the smell of berry buds
While herbs below so carefully are named
On sunlight-burnished wood staked through the mud

And where a living veil of shade withdraws
To dapple scattered green on every stone
I sat beneath it once, and there I saw
A rain of silver blossoms overflowed.

Now I am grown beyond that wistful child
Who saw and never thought to wonder how
A cultivated place could be so wild
With leaves and blooms together on one bough

And now I sit and breathe the depth of wonder
Of worlds somehow between—and somehow sundered.
Sonnet L: The briefest overlap
Perhaps not one of my better sonnets, but I felt like I ought to post my 50th. :)

As always, feedback is much appreciated.
Stars shall not mark your devotion,
the trees shall not bend to your voice
and shells you caress from the ocean
are silent to why you rejoice--

but under the stars you shine brighter
and deep in the forests you grow
still fairer and wiser and kinder
no matter if anyone knows.
From childhood
Sometimes I end up writing shorter poems, so here is one of them. It's just two stanzas, but I (hope?) they're reasonably effective. Let me know what you think!
No draft of wellspring draws
the same effusive sigh
as wildflowers on the grass
when windstorms fly
in violent, happy, gusts
through speckled shoots of blooms
and cattail reeds bent over banks
cut deep with clouding plumes.

I feel in weathered breaths
this sudden shock of spring:
then drops of rain; your parted hair
to which they cling,
and suddenly the flush
of overburdened clouds
all rushing to the drier ground
to weep their desperate joy aloud.

The dampened scent of sweet
enthralling gentle flowers
enraptured in the air,
weighed low from bowers
of starlit blossom trees
now settles on your skin
and draws between your dusted touch
to cloud the rushing blood within.

I drink of clouded wells
deep in the draining earth
where water tastes of blood
and then--of birth.
A storm in springtime
Rain is my favorite part of spring, and of summer. Especially when it corresponds to lowered temperatures.

Anyway, enjoy this reasonably short poem! As always, critiques/criticisms/comments are much appreciated. :)
Now I am toiling in a sea of ruin
against the rush of waves, and tearing grasp
of algae underneath the clouding froth
and battered up against the cracking rocks
I reach and find my finger-tips are torn

and every bulwark that I build is lost
in shattered spars, and iron nails all scraped
on beaten stone, and splintered wood. They fall
to rust amongst a sand of crumpled shells.

I build and build and all is swept away
into the raging sea; into the fray
of shipwreck sores on putrefying reefs
where long-lipped fishes float, and spotted tails
of swaying eels decay. An octopus

crawls deeper in the darkness of his cave.
I try to swim; the salt keeps me afloat
but every breath is burning from the spray.

When wailing waves recede, and drenching hail
melts back into the surf, I will reclaim
the rough and ragged grip of weathered shore
beneath my slippered feet, and I will find
some warmth beneath my worsted-wool dyed cap
and I will swim until the fish remind
me of myself, and me of them. Their scales

will flash the rising sun in every shock
of sudden leap. When desperate storms disperse
I will dive down to scrape a shard of shell
into an eating-knife, and I will trail
the birds back to their rainstorm drinking-wells.

And when the night disturbs the rush of day
I will begin to build, and this time hope
that every arch of spar will somehow stay.
The heart of a steamboat
I finally finished Toilers of the Sea! Hugo is a big fav, so I'm glad I'm making progress through his works. Next up is Notre Dame.

Anyway, this poem is obviously inspired by the sea as Hugo describes it. I went for blank verse, and I hope you enjoy! Comments/critiques are always appreciated. :)

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M. W.
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Mind if I peruse your gallery some more? It's the damn sonnets, yousee. I can never say no to those.
williamszm Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015  Student Writer
Of course, go right ahead. :)
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thanks for the fave :heart:
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