distill'd

 

“But flowers distill’d, though they with winter meet,

Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.”

~ William Shakespeare (Sonnet 5)

 

 

 

my Love, while pent in dark and hollowed halls

away and far beyond our blended verse~

where sullen glares demand a silenced quill

instead of beauty, scrawling speech so terse;

an essence lost is not an option, Love

of yours nor mine, unspoken words assure

a comfort find and garner strength in troves,

for none removes our vested dreams of more.

essential truths within our hearts incite,

inspiring whispers, casting doubt aside.

a purer sweetness wafts and reaches you,

for tested love surpasses love untried.

          a silence lingers over pages shorn

          but none touches words of quintessence borne

Written for

The Pagemaster's Challenge #11
Inspired by William Shakespeare's Sonnet 5


© 2009 SilentDream (All rights reserved) 1/17/09

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

You words are beautifully extravagant... such wondrous whispers of the sweet sonnet... and there is something that pulls one into this place... and makes them want to stay forever...

[SilentDream]

Wow... Thank you so much for your kind review :-)

[A. Amos]

for tested love surpasses love untried.
          a silence lingers over pages shorn
          but none touches words of quintessence borne


Neatly Writen piece and above verses felt deeply in heart...good job my friend

[Babe Roxx]

Beautifully written Zsanece...I remember studying Shakespeare in High School, brought back memories...you always inspire me Zsanece with your wonderful poetry.

[Kgosi]

yah neh... graety piece.... now i remember why i love poetry.... thank you

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Now that's what I call a great sonnet!

[AK]

Perfect! A brilliant answer to the challenge.

[Kevin Vorshak]

This is a superb piece of work. You did the challenge proud. It has wonderful flow and tempo. I especially like the last two lines. Well done!

[Donald Meikle]

it flows in rills of pictured feeling and shows the Bard yet lives

[Salvatore Buttaci]

What pleases me always is a poet who can write a proper sonnet. You are one of them!