Sonnet 1 (My first attempt)
By Walter Burns
Falling, within, a vain attempt of flight On waving eyes are wings of yielding trust Each time my lips have words they could recite But slammed against the stones, in naked lust Conceit, an ill approach, deprives the whole Inflammatory heart, impulsive thought And I had spoken Love as martyred soul! Relaxing tongue in time I should have taught But stones, once sharp, have dulled beneath my throat My words, of which precede abandoned death Took life, of shadowed wisdom, once I wrote, “Don’t waste, on fear, a solitary breath” Observant eye, why must you stay aloof? I think, you see, a man must have his proof Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 21 2002 11:59 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Falling, within, a vain attempt of flight ..."