Sonnet #1

It happened on a day just like the Rest,

somewhere between the Winter and the spring.

A feeling that began within my chest,

then overflowed, and took me on the wing.

 

A shiver unaccompanied by cold,

a burning that had naught to do with heat.

A prophecy that had not been foretold,

a journey untraversable by feet.

 

A scent that seemed of Roses in full bloom,

a taste like summer’s fruit or winters frost.

A sound like silent child within the womb,

a raging sea that has yet to be crossed.

 

A malady that only God above

can diagnose, I think I’ve fall’n in love.

Author's Note

Thoughts, please!

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another lovely piece in this love sonnet. Not convinced about the second stanza third line. maybe 'A true prophecy not as yet foretold.'

[Meesh]

mmm Interesting. I see where you're going with that. I think "a prophecy that's yet to be foretold" would fit the meter better.... I will look into that stanza. Thank you very much for the technical critique! It's really the part I would like to master.

[Pryde Foltz]

Oh dear, absolutely. It can, indeed, feel so. Lovely write.