I die with kisses bleeding on my brow
guarded, hardened by her lies when parting
her shadow sieved from sorrow, thus awoved
beauty burning and the bliss of Amor’s darting
clean amissed. my hollow chest grows cold
from tainted rain of dearth I’m left and now
rusted me – I rest to cease, I won’t grow old!
Today at dVerse Laura gives us examples from various poems to celebrate the kiss and make-up day whcch is today. From those examples she wants us to use the words as the first words to create a poem in a form of our choice.
My choice was to use “I guard her beauty clean from rust” from the poem “The Kiss” by Siegfried Sassoon.
The form is a rhymed 7-line poem written in (pseudo) pentameter.
August 25, 2022