Shyrene

Once upon my nocturne sorrow, 

As I delineate the morrow, 

Of a dream, dazzling in the night, 

But fizzled in the morning light, 

Such that when waves swept me ocean 

Of glum, beneath skies, cerulean, 

My memory just held serene, 

The fairest woodland nymph, Shyrene; 

When queer apparition, wandered, 

Seems my sanity, it squandered, 

As gaily danced on my window, 

A pallid dew and a rainbow, 

Through the night, and half my bottle, 

All my memories they baffle, 

Except one that I held serene, 

That of my woodland nymph, Shyrene; 

Now my last drop of oblivion, 

In this outpouring of passion, 

To the sea of nepenthe borne, 

With flotsam that the storm has torn, 

With the advancing squall, raging, 

And the seething swell, rampaging, 

Yet my memory plays serene, 

My fairest woodland nymph, Shyrene.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer. A epic and beautiful journey in your words. I like the places and journey you too me with in the poem. The ending was very good.
"Yet my memory plays serene,
My fairest woodland nymph, Shyrene."
You left the reader with good thoughts and better places to be. No weakness in the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Thanks. That is very flattering to hear. I am now in a liability to keep up to your assessment.

[Shane Mohamed]

Outstanding. As my fellow reviewer has mentioned, you have taken the reader on a beautiful journey into the woods, surrounded by nymphs and fairies. I felt as if I was reading Midnight Summer's Dream once more. You've embodied the Renaissance and its great writings in your works. Rich vocabulary. Robust imagery. mesmerizing rhymes and rhythm. It's always a pleasure to read your work.

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

Thank you Shane. You are very kind. I'm just happy to find in you a lover of poetry still in the classic forms. Though archaic, as some might think, I like to believe that poetry gloried on those times.

[Shane Mohamed]

Indeed, it did.