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Friday Sonnet: Silver

Posted by john_silver on January 23, 2009 - 12:42
from the ABC set Sonnets

No wine these grapes of hurt set free,
No coin is bartered for their taste: my lover,
My friend, you do no longer look at me…
The forging of my fantasies is over:
It’s false I only need you for the mintage
That through my verses (some say) speaks the dream
Which moulds and casts all currencies of language.
I only am a coin lost in a stream,
Which sheds a thread of rust into the flux.
And by that rust they call me poet. Where
Does water end? Where is it she conducts
My rust? And when will I flow where you are
The palm bent concave, like the holy cup,
Which comes amid the reeds and picks me up?...

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tamara (not verified) | January 23, 2009 - 17:44

Your language is 'Golden' john_silver.
'I only am a coin lost in a stream,
which sheds a thread of rust into the flux.'
Beautiful work.
From Lynne.

Jasper_Milvain | January 23, 2009 - 18:05

I am a John_Silver fan. These sonnets are near crystal perfect in their stucture, and a little messy in their imagery. It is as if they have so much to say that they trip themselves up a little and because of that they always come across as genuine and endearing. This is great.

john_silver | January 23, 2009 - 18:11

Thanks guys. :) I'm trying to develop a collection with these, so it's good to hear they're so appreciated.

luigi_pagano | January 26, 2009 - 09:19

Hail the king of the sonnets!