A heart-worn path, sharp turns at every mention
Of his name - to reach out in the darkness –
Searching for her center of attention,
Roving daydreams - anything but aimless.
Exasperated fingers only fidget,
To pluck at strings a million miles away.
A song grows strong within the womb of spirit,
To open up and birth a brand new day.
Affinity sets in, a second skin
Awakens – windy synonyms of him -
Warm waves of whispered paradise roll in;
To soak and soothe a weary phantom limb.
In spring, Forgot-me-nots play hide-and-seek
Rejoicing end of winter, cold and bleak.
Posted for Three Word Wednesday, the words this week are: mention, affinity, and fidget.
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6/03/2011 10:09 AM
A truly beautiful sonnet.
6/03/2011 10:09 AM
Hi Mamta....thank you :) I only started writing sonnets in 2009 and I got hooked on them. I can't wait to read your sonnet when you decide to try it.
6/03/2011 10:09 AM
What a beautiful sonnet, I am yet to write one.