Lovelorn

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Just when she considered it futile to stay;
The white owl lone in the belfry sits.
You say I love not; cause I do not play
This game can make one lose their wits.
But try love just once to see how it fits;
I await your consent for a plautine comedy.

So soon after letter her woe to elation flits;
Knowing not love laced with odious tragedy.
That death would choose with wondering eye;
With scorn so pompous it mocked the smart.
With grief she heard him shout and cry;
Oh, swear that never was false of heart.

With trembling lips she uttered a moan;
Bent low upon a grave of emerald stone.

 

 

Photo credits: favim.com

Form: Sonnet

Posted for Meeting the Bar @ dVerse Pub

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Posted on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads

& on Monday Writes @ My Blog – Verses

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64 thoughts on “Lovelorn

  1. Mary says:

    Ah, I knew you would be one who would really make this challenge dance! There is so much to be said about love and loss.

  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:

    Amazing invention. I don’t want to discourage you from poetry – far from it; I love to see your adventures in this realm – but I suggest you would also do very well at fiction. (Perhaps this is not a new idea to you?)

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello Rosemary,

      Thank you so much, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, lots of love πŸ˜€
      xoxo

      PS: That’s a great idea πŸ™‚

  3. Magaly Guerrero says:

    You’ve done such a great job at portraying the grief that drowns the soul when love is lost (to death or to the bad judgement of another). The words are loud with hurt and tears.

  4. lillian says:

    I love this poem and the photo you’ve chosen to accompany it. “With scorn so pompous it mocked the smart.” This is one of my favorite lines….and the final couplet is especially beautiful!

  5. radio head says:

    Jeez, Sanaa. Every poem of yours I read is better than the last. Your talent is exploding!

    “The white owl lone in the belfry sits.
    You say I love not; cause I do not play
    This game can make one lose their wits.” … I love this. White owls are SO gorgeous and magical. I wish I had one. πŸ™‚ Better yet, I wish I were one!

    Insanely good ending, sweetie:
    “With trembling lips she uttered a moan;
    Bent low upon a grave of emerald stone.”

    I really love this.

    • Sanaa says:

      Hello radiohead

      Thanks for stopping by, so glad you liked it πŸ™‚
      Highly appreciated, have a great week ahead.

  6. Kim M. Russell says:

    I can’t believe I haven’t read this one before or commented on it, Sanaa. I’m sure I posted on OLN that day. Never mind, I can do it now! You’ve captured the pain of lost love in this poem and I love the metaphor of the lone owl in the belfry – the ‘ow’ sound is evocative of pain, as is the word ‘woe’ in a later line. How true, the game of love can make one lose their wits.

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