To Byron

[Leanne]

You need not ponder changes wrought by age,
my vain and venal baron, for the truth
of you is held on time’s ungreying page
and you will dwell eternally in youth.
However deep depravity might sink,
such wings as you were given shall not fail,
though courses may not pass as you would think –
you soar, while pious saints grow old and stale.
Humanity has flaws; the fiery eye
burns deep within, a passion seeking form;
its beauty is the lightning gone awry,
yet only fools and poets ride the storm.
To capture others’ hearts you broke your own
now through their unmourned dust you rise alone.

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Placed here by billy.

[billy]

This isn't here because it's got a well structured set of edits, it's here because it hasn't, you can read the whole thread here. a person could do worse than read this and aspire nice one Leanne.

[Erthona]

It is a pretty good sonnet, of course the first letter of each line is not capped, so points must be taken off, as we all know it is a rule of poetry. I do like Saints being compared to crackers. Although I guess most Saints were crackers.

My highest praise is I hardly noticed this was a sonnet.

And now for the dig for no achievement can be left without a bucket of rust.

Leanne and her moldy corset soared above the storm,
"I need more air to breathe she like Byron pined"
the muse or the head to Sepsis sacrifice,
the answer on the wind "in time", she said, "in time"!

Always with love,

Dale

[Leanne]

Byron, beloved bottom dweller
and darling of academia
should have died of something more
romantic than septicaemia

[Truerenigma]

A nice edition. The volta is quite memorable:

"yet only fools and poets ride the storm."

Worthy of historical record, IMO.

Let all poets, and poetry lovers alike, remember: It was Leanne Hanson who said this.

[Leanne]

Fine. Blame me for everything. Grumble grumble.

Cheers true.