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SONNETS AND
OTHER STYLES OF
VICTORIANA POETRY
CHARLENE (A Sonnet) [OPUS 346]
When I do count the fairest stars on high,
My love for you does grow enormously.
To touch your naked skin sours spirits high,
I stare into the sweetest eyes of thee.
To swim in pools of sight does make me weak.
My lips to ear with taste that is of spice.
It makes my blood run hot beyond its peak,
And then you fly away. . . .I, cool as ice.
O', please, O' Charlene, come to me again,
And melt my heart the way you always do.
Don't leave me here to rot within my pain,
Or pool away my flow to start anew.
It is of you I'll always dream about,
And I will mourn as love swims through the drought.
Dakota Balmore © 4-2-97
MIRRORED WORLD (A Sonnet) [OPUS 347]
If I could step within the mirrored world,
I think that I could start my life anew.
To find that backward time has come unfurled,
Would seem to make that world a "wonder" zoo.
But as my life on this side glass does reek,
To what extent would I have lost a prize?
To enter in and walk about to seek
A better world to me may soothe my cries.
The pain my world inflicts itself on me,
Does make it worth the risk to travel path.
My mind can pass into the glassy sea.
My past alone will be my epitaph.
My shallow self is left behind to rot,
But am I satisfied with what I got?
Dakota Balmore © 4-2-97
SPHERE (A Kirielle) [OPUS 502]
When gaseous clouds do congregate,
And form a swirl to propagate,
A planet's mass begins to tier.
Power to the prevailing sphere.
As debris in space does form swirls
To meet and dance in well-forged curls,
The circle sun burns quite clear.
Power to the prevailing sphere.
As liquid mass does move to brink,
And water falls from heights in sync,
The drops break free and shapes appear.
Power to the prevailing sphere.
Dakota Balmore © 8-9-97
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