Sonnet #3

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The third sonnet in my sonnet-streak. It seems I can't make any poetry that isn't a sonnet at the moment. Again, I blame school. Feedback is always welcome.

Submitted: January 21, 2014

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Sonnet 3

 

Throughout all time a question has been asked:

"Can angels feel the sharp sting of envy?"

Now here I find myself righteously tasked

To answer that puzzling inquiry.

 

Although the fools would tell you otherwise,

I know what shows their confidence a ruse.

For ne'er I heard one that so loudly cries

When compared to the beauty of my muse.

 

My muse's eyes light up the darkest night

In ways the Seraphim could not compare.

Yet while they boast and to their clouds take flight,

No clouds have they soft as my muse's hair.

 

Though for this angels might cast me to flame,

I write of one who puts them all to shame.


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