Maydays: Poem – Italian Sonnet (Double Octave) – “Love Is The Song” #Maydays 



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Thanks to K.L. Caley from new2writing for #Maydays prompts. Today’s prompt is a journey – spiritual, physical, emotional, or otherwise.

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The day begins; I’m sure today I’m meek,

I haven’t the fortitude everything–

Requires for me to be while I’m measuring,

The distance required between sun and sleep. 

Why can’t you support me; not laugh, I weep;

Lost in worlds, created in pages, blustering.

Voices characterized; people greeting,

You’ve become part of a book; words they leap.

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Understand the writer’s suffering for dreams,

A silly Romance, they say, all they think,

Ready to criticize, it was only sex scenes — wink. 

Stupid, fake; not real, no depth don’t dream. 

As l write I see, relationships in every scene.

You write well; write romance; you didn’t think —

Wisdom was hidden in tangled sheets, links –

To love in tales written long ago, seen. 

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In every story and genre, in best played songs,

Love is always there; and sex sometimes,

Romance literature; no oxymoron.

End of the day, lover’s moon full and strong. 

Each writer writes love; some obscure way find,

No matter the genre; love is the song. 

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