Thread: Ode to Lady Valdis

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By fate's own hand and splendid grace

did mine eyes stray 'pon fairest face
that no poor ode or sonnet sweet
dare to declare, or honest meet
for clever tongue has none of chance
once eyes have caught in passing glance,
and ardent wit must flee the air
'pon silent song, for lady fair.


My rhythmic course can still this night

whilst dreaming over passing sight,
a hearts breath only - still it draws
so let it slow, at leisure pause,
for never once did belle divine
wring from my lips each courtly line,
and thieve away my poets flair
I die tonight, for lady fair.


Words and sounds hold no appeal

shall never meter what I feel,
no trumpets blare or angels hymn
may break the day, once light grows dim,
so here I'll trounce and parlay out
Hemlock and Jimson for this draught,
and toasting chance close eyes in prayer
whispered to her, my lady fair.





//Sy

Wow. This is poetry. Hat's off for brilliant rhythm and rhyme and for maintaining it for such a length. And the content is indeed a cliche that will never get old - love sure, but more so the irony of expressing the inexpressive with poetry. Well done, Syren.

Bravo! Excellently done! I have to agree with Martin's wow, too.

I normally skip anything that starts with "Ode"...thankfully I did not skip this one!So bewitching and beguiling .Wonderful nuance of mystery and melancholy.With the first 2 lines you had me hooked.This gorgeous poem has to many breathtaking lines for me to pick out a favorite. the flow was seamless and your delicate choice of words served this poem brilliantly. I truly hope you post many more. Peace...Jul

Jul - Hoping to post more soon, I really appreciate your comments, thanks so much!
I've always had a soft spot for the lyrical nature of form poetry, glad this one worked for you.

Gumby and Martin - Thanks a ton, I really appreciate you taking the time, very kind! Cheers!