David Zvekic

Rookie (It was many and many a year ago / In a kingdom by the sea)

Sonnet 2: Her Beauty Is As Lines Laid On My Soul - Poem by David Zvekic

Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul
  As found revealed beyond the reach of time;
  So subtle, fate's perfection draws me whole
  As powerless I cling to her design.
  Whatever whim she wishes plans my quest,
  Whatever deed she deigns fuels my desire,
  Tormented in my sleep; I may not rest,
  While love consumes my dreams in temper's fire.

Razed to my knees I raise my head and gasp,
  That yearning should present and like withhold
  So fine and fleeting form slipped from my grasp;
  Now held in mind what was once held in world.
  Her beauty is as lines laid on my soul,
  To bid my poem should pen no coarser goal.

-September 27-29,2005

Comments about Sonnet 2: Her Beauty Is As Lines Laid On My Soul by David Zvekic

  • (11/9/2005 12:16:00 PM)

    Excellent, mon ami!

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  • (9/28/2005 12:20:00 AM)

    Well, you have done it again...it is awesome...your work!
    Theodora Onken
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  • (9/27/2005 5:57:00 PM)

    This is absolutely wonderful, David! Your rhymes are perfect and all is well-said.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 19, 2006

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