The lurking melody of morning mellowed flights.
And hustling of crickets on gritty grassy ground.
catches the stingy hoards of tricky lights.
as eastern barrack begets the scarlet round.
It Plucks darkness that troubled fasting skies.
And coiled taverns in waking earthen boils.
Seldom a smoke a rising house denies.
as farmers avid collect the fodder piles.
Beauty rinsed in early Morning dews .
Prickling sun beams that frivol flirting flowers.
A shinning Red now assumes glossy hues.
As Earthly pilgrim is baptized in Holy waters.
Sunrise makes such sights immensely Charming.
As Shadows of past are melting into this Burning.
(PS-Iambic pentameter A metrical pattern in poetry which consists of five iambic feet per line. (An iamb, or iambic foot, consists of one unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable.The shakespearean sonnet here has rhyming schemes as a-b-a-b, c-d-c-d, e-f-e-f, g-g. 14 lines divided into 3 stanzas of 4 lines each and ending in a rhyming couplet)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteFlying pests awake to bite again.
ReplyDeleteThe steam of air's water upon the ground evaporates.
Leaves sticking to wet flesh, life awakes.
The light of day precludes life's unscrupulous pursuits.
Pleasure squanders its own wherewithal by ignoring to even fail the tests of Fate.