Tell me Lies (Sonnet)

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Tell me Lies

Do not tell me of the Sun’s exigent duality,
my teeth are predatory, full of cavities and flesh,
this breathing thing we do, a mere technicality,
the Moon is in my eyes and sky ‘s my only creche.
Do not tell me of the flower’s pungent mortality,
of wishes torn, tear-christened and undressed,
your words would be futile, I’m at war with sobriety
and a nimbus ticks away, here inside my chest.
Mute your lips, my dearest, and let the Autumn reign,
my temple here is golden, tho crumbling with the years,
no need for any words, I’ m familiar with pain
cruel wisdoms on this tongue are quickly stirred and seared.
Tell instead of dreams that hither while I’m on the bus
and how without their lonesome note there wouldn’t be no us.

*Wrote this for Tim’s Sonnet Workshop, check it out and come join the fun! πŸ™‚

~ by Oloriel on September 18, 2013.

16 Responses to “Tell me Lies (Sonnet)”

  1. Reblogged this on khaniedavid.

  2. Rich with vivd imagery-especially liked ‘nimbus in my chest’ Great idea. >KB

  3. beautiful sonnet Oloriel and thanks for the subtle reminder I need to do the next installment in the Sonnet workshop…I have decided to move to the Spenserian Sonnet next…stay tuned hope to have something later this week…

    • I am very glad you liked it Tim, it was officialy the first time I ever tried writing one in English. Did I earn my badge? πŸ˜€
      Looking forward to your next Workshop!

      • well I think you did a magnificent job for your first attempt in English… and yes you earned your badge but I don’t really know how to award them …

      • You dont need to personaly award them. People that complete their participation should jsut right click save it, then display πŸ™‚

  4. Wonderful writing as always… πŸ™‚

  5. This is a fantastic sonnet. You keep all of your beautiful style and accent it wonderfully with the rhymes. The language you use is always so breathtaking. πŸ™‚

  6. A fabulous sonnet! The title grabbed my attention immediately and your poetry never ceases to amaze me, my friend.

  7. you’re such a great poet…but that you already know, I liked the way you weaved this sonnet, touching on this age’s constant need of hyper reality, a scientific technical explanation that takes all the joy out of living…when we need more dreams at least for the space of a bus ride.

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