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more bright than theirs, falsely rollin’ Against confounding age’s cruel knife From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust The age to come would say ‘This poet lies’ But wherefore says she that this is unjust When Cupid got fire from my mistress’ eyes? I’ve added feathers to the learned’s wing As thine eyes taught the lark on high to sing</p><p id="f678">©2021 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.</p><p id="1e01">I think I am getting the hang of this iambic pentameter! My second Shakespearian sonnet is just a few weeks. I experienced less brain-breakage on this one. To read the previous one:</p><div id="3d1b" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/if-death-be-my-lover-54f3b0f4fd4"> <div> <

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div> <h2>If Death Be My Lover</h2> <div><h3>A Sonnet</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*OKfcZ-3nO8GINAlj)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="8b30"><b><i>Lori Carlson</i></b> writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog <a href="https://medium.com/the-rattling-bones">here</a>.</p></article></body>

POETRY | SONNET | LOVE

In My Lover’s Eyes

Critics be damned!

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‘Tis guilded honor shamefully misplaced My verse alone had all thy gentle grace And right perfection wrongfully disgraced As those two mourning eyes become thy face These thoughts of you in cage-kept controllin’ Reminds me that thy art my breath of life Your eyes more bright than theirs, falsely rollin’ Against confounding age’s cruel knife From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust The age to come would say ‘This poet lies’ But wherefore says she that this is unjust When Cupid got fire from my mistress’ eyes? I’ve added feathers to the learned’s wing As thine eyes taught the lark on high to sing

©2021 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.

I think I am getting the hang of this iambic pentameter! My second Shakespearian sonnet is just a few weeks. I experienced less brain-breakage on this one. To read the previous one:

Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. Check out her personal Medium blog here.

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