Days’ Distractions: Petrarchan Sonnet

Michele Cameron Drew on Nov 18, 2008

Tags: dove, evening, heart, Hope, love, michele cameron drew, pain, Petrarchan, sadness, sonnet, soul

A Petrarchan sonnet filled with sadness and a hint of hope.

Monotonous distractions of the day,
Can barely ebb the pain within, my heart;
So broken, battered, beaten, torn apart;
Still knows somehow there’s got to be a way.
So many things I wish that I could say,
About the love that we’ve held from the start.
Oh! How this evil like a poison dart,
Has taken from us all for which we pray.

I know not how to reach you now, my love,
To show you just how much there is to see.
As sleepless evening falls your soul draws near;
Mine longs to touch it gentle as a dove,
With hope that I’ve locked deep inside of me,
The moment days’ distractions disappear.

—Michele Cameron Drew

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JoWo on Nov 18, 2008
Wonderfully constructed sonnet.
I particularly liked the use of “ebb” as a transitive verb. It’s an innovation and could be very usedul to me in my own endeavours. I’ll probably borrow that! We both know that sonnets, particlularly Petrarchan, are sometimes tricky to work with due to the limited number of rhymes in English and scansion is important so a single-syllable word like this is a useful weapon in one’s armoury!
R J Grant on Nov 18, 2008
You are definitely a romantic. Nice work.

Grant
Elizabeth on Nov 19, 2008
Wow! This is so sad and so pretty!
Tony Downing on Nov 20, 2008
Perfect… I love sonnets, wasn’t familiar with petrarchan. They work nicely by reading all the rhyming lines as you go too, I’m always amazed how that works but it does. Good work M. ~T

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