Her Name is Desire

Second attempt at a sonnet, this one's a shakespearan

So hard to pinpoint the moment in time 

began this itch I endeavour to resist

intruding and threatening my sublime

yet tenacious this gnawing does persist

and what is this offensive inside me

gathering speed at an alarming rate

her name is desire, she grows like a weed

lifting and teasing to a heightened state

pulling me, wrenched from denial’s night

slipping, sliding, relinquishing control

thrust blinking into awakening light

cannot elude what is deep in your soul

sometime’s doing nothing’s doing something

sometime’s doing nothing’s not an option.

Author's Note

offensive in line 5 is meaning assault

Reviews

[V. K. Harris]

Wow another beautiful write, Excellent.

[__Flaw__]

Her name is desire, it grows like a weed --- why not a tree...weeds grow on unwanted lands...trees grow into heights, stems rise from the desires of existence, giving way to stalk and leaves...the outcome.

This sonnet is an excellent reflection of one's emotional state. And your attempt is a magnificent one. Does this seams, more sonnets are quivering nearby? I won't be a bit surprised if they do come out of oblivion.

Once more...a great attempt.

[Captain Blackheart (The..]

These sonnets are amazing. I like the feel of them when you read it. Its great :)