Valerie Dohren

(13 January 1947 / Southport)

Sonnet - VIII (O carry me above this plaintive earth)

O carry me above this plaintive earth
Where'er there be a sweeter dwelling place
To touch the distant harbour of my birth
As fixed beyond all mortal reach of space
Across the boundless oceans of all time
Above creation''s full encircling spheres
Far upwards shall I ever seek to climb
Transported thus away from worldly fears
Yet still I tarry ‘neath the sapphire skies
In earthly shackles theretofore entwined
With yearning for such freedom in these eyes
As in the world this soul be yet confined
….. Above, beyond, my heart does so desire
….. To fly, to fly in splendour, ever higher

Submitted: Friday, March 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 04, 2013

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  • Anthony Di''anno (3/12/2013 11:35:00 AM)

    Magical. The line 'with yearning for such freedom in these eyes' pulls and tugs at my heartstrings. (Report) Reply

  • Danny Draper (3/12/2013 6:39:00 AM)

    Be it theist musings or just a spirit set free, what a splendid universe for a mind set free, to explore and never expire as upward ever upward by its own desire. Thank you for a fine write. (Report) Reply

  • Joseph Anderson (3/6/2013 1:29:00 PM)

    Delicate, ethereal, mystical and beautiful. Love your sonnets. You take poetry
    to a higher level. From whence cometh all these precious thoughts? (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (3/3/2013 1:59:00 AM)

    Wistful and yearning like the myth of Clytie and sunflower... symbolically applied to us mortals...beautiful sonnet! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Thomas A Robinson (3/3/2013 1:29:00 AM)

    So sad Valerie.To be captive in earthy in the world this soul be yet confined.
    And only from earthly release can you, to fly, to fly in splendor, ever higher.
    Oh the chains you drag behind. (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (3/2/2013 10:12:00 PM)

    Soar higher and higher, though in earthly shackles entwined! ! The antagonism of life is beautifully brought out- a soul longing the vastness of the sky, yet fettered! ! (Report) Reply

  • Chandra Thiagarajan (3/2/2013 10:24:00 AM)

    A fabulous poem- - - The lines To fly, to fly in splendour, even higher- are wondrous lines which captivate the heart ! (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Patrick (3/2/2013 12:20:00 AM)

    Yet still I tarry ‘neath the sapphire skies
    In earthly shackles theretofore entwined
    With yearning for such freedom in these eyes
    As in the world this soul be yet confined

    So much richness that reading every word on every line is like crystal wine. You have a true gift (Report) Reply

  • Diane Hine (3/1/2013 7:50:00 PM)

    Lines 2 to 6 suggest the existence of something other than space and time - a nice place to visit by way of reading your lovely poetry. (Report) Reply

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