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18 November 2008 @ 02:01 pm
Poem: Sonnet  
The moon looks like a half-closed eye tonight
as sleepily into the sky he climbs.
And in this room he is the only light
upon my page – he has been many times.
The pen upon the page is still as hope
despite my thoughts, which tremble like the stars.
And thoughts, again like stars, from sight elope.
And lines of consciousness cross pages marred.
But I shall not compare you to the moon.
I cannot bring myself to rob from age.
So even if I never leave this room,
I will not let an errant word find page.
Though I can find your beauty in the eye,
perhaps this lack of words new moon implies.
 
 
 
Hugh Jackman.katebert on November 19th, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)
ohhhh this was well good!
im a shit writer, myself so even though you requested we criticize, i would have no idea how to go about that...sorry bb♥