Canto XI

[Velvet]

Here's a sonnet I wrote for a friend about him. We decided to write each other a poem and here's my result (he's a heavy-english student and found out that I liked writing). To understand it, just know that this man is extremely honest. Think of this, if you asked your friends about something, they might lie simply to make you feel better. He'll flat out tell you the truth (if you're ugly, he'll say so). This can hurt a lot. Look at it as you will. For me it's a positive.


Canto XI

As insects to appealing light may fly,
So we as men to you with hope would come,
That us of lie your flames would purify,
And take from us what keeps our bodies numb.

Now though your flame will often burn the hands,
The veiled tears are marked by truth, not fear.
But know that truth can't always knot the strands
That fires of life to all attempt to sear.

Yet need for warmth will always bring us back.
Do not believe we view it as a chore,
For when you're doused our thoughts are left as black
And we do sit and wait for pain once more.

Let blindness never taste your hurtful eyes
For while we burn, our tongues melt thankful cries.




By the way, it's called Canto XI because him and I had an argument about the length of a poem's canto. I said that it needs not length and he disagreed. The XI is because I guessed his height to be about six feet .

[Ness]

Cool poem!

[eric52]

I'm "heavy-english" a bit, and Velvet is probably long-gone from the forum, but that final couplet deserves notice.