Pretty Pinks

Pretty Pinks

Wrapped up with pretty pinks and ivory lace
I find soft moments bruised with maroon thoughts
of want-to-bes, and wishes, and have-nots
for dreams that should have lingered with the trace
of gentle care that glowed a youthful face.
I’ve seen my end with little more than play
of budding waltzes spun in rhythmic grace
and withered voices turned to shades of grey.

Without much hope, my dreams become the blur
of softly faded dust splitting my seams,
arranging passing life before my eyes
coloring me with promised hues that were.
A breeze from softer reds to marbled creams
spread smoothly on the path of my sunrise
to tangle me in frayed and crimson knots
where sorrowed hope is all that's left in me.

And of it all, my voice with heartfelt plea,
finds beauty prone and flattened as it rots;
yet, eyes with deeper peer shall find more spots
to paint soft grace within the soul of me.
So here, I bare the essence that is me
hoping that life will flicker as it plots
finding a reason for my joy to rise
becoming more than lace and pretty pink.

As each step tones the lilt within my prance,
I stop the tempo short and then surmise
that I am just about to reach life's brink,
enlightened by the woman in the dance.



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Phrase Prompt:

~~"I wish I was beautiful So come dance the silence down through the morning...Help me believe in anything”~~

partial lyrics from the album
"August and Everything After" by the Counting Crows.


Rhyme: abbaacac defdefbg gbbggbhi jhij
Meter: iambic pentameter
Genre: double sonnet

Sonnett Reference:  http://www.rossettiarchive.org/docs/orchard003.raw.html