(experiment in Roseate Sonnet)
An rendezvous, intriguing, with
A diapason, on the tight strings,
An enigmatic, a zest stirring, is
A magic chafe on its stagnant rust
Its stagnant rust flinching away
Its mellifluous voice, mollifying,
Bits silky, anew, sway exalting,
It’s within, the song, succulent lay
My knapsack I thought empty
My sprawling monologue witty
Rapport with me is horrendous
Offered never a rampart of happiness
Sarala dared not to be in existence
Entangled a voice, buried in remanence
(Remanence = residual magnetism, retentivity )
sarala
Great write dear Sarala, the emotions are so strong and so well expressed.
Thank you Pramila Di 🙂