Sonnets-Apple of My Eyes

**Fenny West** Tue 10 Jun 2008, 11:10 pm

A Sonnet is a poem consisting of 14 lines (iambic pentameter) with a particular rhyming scheme: Examples of a rhyming scheme: #1) abab cdcd efef gg#2) abba cddc effe gg#3) abba abba cdcd cd A Shakespearean (English) sonnet has three quatrains and a couplet, and rhymes abab cdcd efef gg. An Italian sonnet is composed of an octave, rhyming abbaabba, and a sestet, rhyming cdecde or cdcdcd, or in some variant pattern, but with no closing couplet. Usually, English and Italian Sonnets have 10 syllables per line, but Italian Sonnets can also have 11 syllables per line. French sonnets follow in this same pattern, but normally have 12 syllables per line.

Example #1: A Sonnet is a poem consisting of 14 lines (iambic pentameter) with a particular rhyming scheme: Examples of a rhyming scheme: #1) abab cdcd efef gg#2) abba cddc effe gg#3) abba abba cdcd cd

The Apple Of My Eyes

The apple of my eyes, that’s what you are

My treasured one, the best bird I can have

Ruined and marred by the fall that kept you far

Yet I longed daily for you my first love

Wondering and pondering which day you will come

Waiting and looking for my broken dream

To come into my garden and bosom

I looked here and there even in the stream

Prepared a sumptuous meal for you and I

But there, vacant remained your seat and place

Gone for so long, I kept asking, ‘Why, Why?’

When will you return and show me your face

No one, nothing can take your place beloved

For you any mountain I would have moved

©Fenny West

13/7/06

Coming And Going

Coming and going just searching for you

Ravished then famished, taken breath away

I went to heaven and then hell for you

Why summer and winter on the same day?

My joy, my jewel, you’re my reason for being

Your smile is the sun that will dry my tears

Come take my arms, I will give anything

Why do you run? What, my love are your fears?

A new leaf I will turn, eyes just for you

A new song I will sing, ’Just two of us’

O, come home, come home, I badly need you

Without you, I will be at a great loss

Come into my fold, O love that’s gone cold.

Truly, to me, you will ever be gold.

©Fenny West

Love Growing Stronger and Stronger

Though the years have taken their toll on our earthly suit,

Yet our love remain growing stronger and stronger.

Though the grinders gone and the shutters dim,

Yet the fires of our passion still red-hot.

Though we talk and babble like babes,

Yet we communicate with just a look.

Though the ears are dull and some memories fail,

Yet we hear with the touch, never forget each other.

And though the hand may be so, so cold,

The hearts remain glowing, very, very warm.

The sun may now be setting on our days

But our spirits remain knit, ever increasing, rising.

13/7/06