Sonnet 001
By Laijon Liu 20160215
Beauty, is that outward appearance or inward strive?
A rose stretches till her end days of crimson glory.
Life a constant battle, dream painted with one's own blood
Sweet, pains all cease, and fragrance lasts only in
memory
Yes, I read your verse and wonder your bright aura
But your nights’ restless passion comforts not a burden
soul
So what! that I am the new world’s fresh ornament
And my songs can dress Earth greeny with blooms
But my lover is already dead, deaf like you
Like world lost in darkness, blinded by static noise
Who does not care about his feather?
And carefully guards his heart with shield?
I don’t pity the world, but only you, for you
And a few true lovers still believe and make do
Note:
I love Shakespeare Sonnets, this poem is reflection on
sonnet 001. some good poems reader feel those are written for them, and they
can also write one to reply to the poets, like a letter travels thru time,
writer never knows how reader feels, reader can never tell the writer about his
thought. They are separated by the void, only meet thru the writing. But the
good poem keeps writer alive and comforts reader, they are not alone.
