Sonnet 20: Thine Eyes Look Upon Me With Such Disdain Poem by David Wood
Sonnet 20: Thine Eyes Look Upon Me With Such Disdain
Thine eyes look upon me with such disdain
How they torment my heart and make it sad
Those eyes that once loved with such sweet refrain
Oh, what have I done to make thee so mad?
Was it what I said about thy mother
That now causes thee to be so distressed
As a woman she is like any other,
Into my affairs she is never blessed:
Which she often sticks an unwelcome face.
My roost I must rule, with the help of thee,
Yes, two not three, the company of grace
And this heart is for thee alone you see.
Two is company and three is a crowd
Mothers in law often cast a black cloud.
A great poem, yes the good old mother in laws, a strange lot to say the least.
Yes, two not three, the company of grace I liked it. It need great intellectual powers to keep balance.
Every daughter will be attached to her mother and speaking ill of her will invite her displeasure! So a clever man should seek to please her by keeping her family too close to his heart! A very candid confession! ! Enjoyed! !
You have dealt a tough topic through this sonnet. Non-interference is the best policy for all inlaws. Thank you for a poem full of feelings.
Very tongue in cheek Great way to turn a sonnet on its head great Loved it 10/10 BB : O)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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If we think someone else mother as never for us and we will never how warm they are to us....let your mother in law feel the having of another son like she raised it from lil baby...sure a touch of mother will reach your skin as deeper in heart.. about the sonnet, i love the wordings, i always like way you use it...you always free to use any kind of poetry form...and trying new things never mean we leaving what we already have...just called is as art expansion and discovery of self _Soul