Monday WRites 192

MAYBE A SONNET
I wanted to write you a love song,
Throbbing with fullness of passion.
But words kept dancing all of it own,
To silent strum of a syllabic moan.
Commas, full stops, semicolons, dashes.
That was when i knew i should,
Instead write you a sonnet if i could.
And still the letters curved to all shapes;
Like bananas, apples, cantaloupes, grapes.
The L was elusive, the O, just the same;
Maybe, i should has sketched your name,
To the horizon where earth and sky meet,
Where lovers are given mystical retreat,
Where E and V dance in a word forever.
MAYBE A SONNET © gillena cox 2019

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February is upon us, the month I love most. My birthday is next Monday and St Valentines Day on the 14th ❧✿❧
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea). A Happy Monday to all
Welcome to Monday WRites #192, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites.



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