Saturday, June 18, 2011

Rebirth


Jenny has Jeff C. to thank for this week's Saturday Centus prompt, and I thank Jeff as well. It was a good one! As directed by our illustrious leader, I have added exactly 100 words to create the following sonnet:

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Within the stone-cold reaches of his heart,
a red-hot revolution had begun.
The feeblest of stirrings was its start,
mere embers, kindled by another’s sun.
She tasted sweet as honey, deftly spun
his head around; oh yes, this was her art.
Her magic crept into that inner part,
where secrets hide and old wounds cut and run.
He was undone. She was Diantha’s wine,
the flower of heaven; no man could resist.
Such grapes as hers grew on no earthly vine;
her lips were petals, pleading to be kissed.
He sipped, drank deeply, knelt before her shrine…
surrendered darkness to the morning mist.

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22 comments:

  1. The words, the music in the background, a stirring, beautiful post.

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  2. yes, the music really moved the passion of the writing. wow

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  3. Sue, you have seriously cast a spell with this poem. It is lovely, and the music, so haunting!

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  4. Su-ue! This is beautiful and a little racy. I admire the rhythm and penetrating metaphors. I love it.

    Namaste..........cj

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  5. Sue this poem coupled with the music from Enya sounds like something from a dream. I can see it clearly in my mind. Floating and hauntingly serene.~Ames

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  6. poetic and thought provoking.
    Thanks for sharing.

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  7. It's so beautiful, dark and romantic. Your posts are always winners.
    xoRobyn

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  8. Sue, that was terrific! Funny, I thought about doing something along the lines of a stone-cold heart, but decided differently in the end. Love this one from you!

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  9. I am picturing something dark and Camelot-ish. Your mind must go a million miles a minute! You have the imagination of an astonaut...up, up away!! I don't know how you do it week after week. Wow!

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  10. Very very sensual, and a little dangerous. Puts me in the mood to believe I can still cast a spell over the old man, and do some serious *winking*. I love feeling all romanical like that.

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  11. I love how "deftly spun" goes with its own line and the next, especially the next. :o)

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  12. Talk about 'deftly spun'!!! That's the perfect description for this piece.

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  13. very nice sue...well composed...i got some chuckles out of the comments...i always make time to stop and smell the flowers...

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  14. Damn Sue, this is good stuff here...hands clasped, head bowed ;-) Peace and blessings

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  15. Great poem.

    And we were gone over the weekend and I missed Todd's big news. I can't believe it! I'm so glad, and so "close" to home! Happiness.

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  16. Wow, this was so wonderful. I have missed reading what you write. I may be wrong but this seemed to be very sensual to me, ha. Wonderful job.

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  17. This is romantic poetry as it should be...musical and magical.

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  18. "her lips were petals, pleading to be kissed."...how romantic is that!

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  19. Yikes. Your use of the prompt was sooo good. I pale in comparison

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  20. Wow ... you grabbed hold and didn't let go ..... EXCELLENT!!!

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  21. Excellent Sue !
    Stunning, sensual imagery...sharing it would certainly be a ticket to a very romantic evening !

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  22. Sue, what a different style of writing from what I usually read from you.

    This was tremendous...very medieval and lovely.

    Wow.

    Is this how you met your husband?

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