Here is another Shakespearean sonnet I finally made, I do hope you like it. It may not sound as fluent as Shakespeare, but I would love to hear your thoughts and interpretations on it. Ev’ry skip of beat my heart doth flutter The tempest of love hath washed me away. How I yearn for thee, next to you there is no other Prithee, may thy love not delay? Basking in affection’s posset, dew unto mine soul; Whereto naught else doth compare. Only radiance of thy beauty warmeth me whole, Without you, my life is but subject to despair. Withal the seasons of life doth change, and so doth love, I pray thee farewell, as thou watcheth from heaven above.
My Latin is incredibly rusty, so is the title "Time of Love?" :'D Anyway, I thought this was yet another great sonnet of yours. The metaphor of love being a storm was good, and I thought the image of dew dripping/being on the narrator's soul was also really well done. I think what could push it over the top is expanding on some of the images a bit more, but that's really hard to do in closed form poetry (at least when I've attempted it xD). Overall, I'm still jelly at your sonnet making abilities, and hope you post more in the future.~
Thanks for the critique Plums. Yeah it is really hard to keep such things in closed poetry, yet still having vivid imagery. I shall strive to make that more possible in the future. Thanks again!
