My first (and last) attempt at a sonnet

[lillypaddle]

Sonnet

Be still heart! A wise and patient brain
I need to contemplate and wait.
The seconds pass as hours, counting out my fate.
Oh, my hand to gently stroke your cheek again!
Love, a silken cloth I weave from out my pain.
Be silent soul! Your pounding must eventually abate.
Calm will surely reach me on a not to distant date.
The sky is filled with heavy clouds that thunder down the rain
mingling with soft wetness upon my tearful face.
My spirit seems to break at last the silence of my woe
in earnestness I search to find a way from my disgrace
to finally see that I must linger not – but go
half running through the streets to some unfamiliar place
and learn to speak forgivingly to myself, the answer “no.”

[SheltieLover]

1. Well done!

Ty for sharing.

[lillypaddle]

2. Thanks

[Champp]

3. Yes!

[Harker]

4. Last? I hope not.

Thanks.

[lillypaddle]

5. Man, it was like pulling my own teeth

[Harker]

6. I have a couple that need to go.

Teeth, that is, not sonnets.

I'm sorry that your art is painful to create. "Winter" didn't come easily, either, I'd venture.

[lillypaddle]

7. Winter was easy

the sonnet was hard because of form, and how it flows (or doesn't!). It is very structured, I'm better with free flowing poetry.