Sonnet 1

Coming from a place of seeking relationships whilst living with anxiety.

The prize I may acquire should I speak

To you with words tender as roses petals

Veritably, might both our interests pique; 

Likely my cerebral turmoil settle. 

Still, remain the gnarled, rigid hands around

My frail throat, strangling a feeble voice, 

Consequentially �" preventing sweet sound; 

Succulent words through which I'd gain notice. 

Your notice �" transparent acknowledgement, 

That I reach for such fair complexities

As yourself, labyrinthine and intelligent �"

Alluring, to furthest extremities. 

Stagnant, my mistrust restrains my intent, 

My love persists, yet mind and pen lament. 

by: Ciara Di Salle

Author's Note

Some of the technical rules for sonnets may be slightly off

Reviews

[Misery]

Perhaps it leads to better expression when we throw off the technical rules sometimes. This poem is one of those times. Nicely done, dear poet. The last line is definitely a classic keeper: "My love persists, yet mind and pen lament". Please share more, dear poet.

[A. Amos]

I enjoyed you wrote with your own mood and mind, that is why it connect your readers. Job well done, congrats.