A Musing Tell, Sonnet from my Muse Options

[Larry]

A Musing Tell

She slips into my mind a whispered thought
about an untold tale or sentiment
I must reveal. No matter how it’s wrought,
conception must occur. Though transient,

it stays so I may grasp a truth which lies
like fecund seed or sprout in fallow field
which yearns for life. Its future or demise
may be a revelation yet revealed.

Dependent on a mood or time’s constraint,
that new insight is mulled. Fruition’s taste
upon the tongue is savored; flavor’s faint
but spice from each embellishment will haste

a dish filled with delight for all to see.
The picture of a thought she gave to me.

[Psyche]

Hi Larry,

Thanks for the good wishes.

And yes, it did seem that your beautiful sonnet was going to fly away to Neverland...a shame! I'm so glad I spied it in time, because some members remove their poems if they get no comments for several days.

Also thanks for your explanations and advice. I learn so much from you, just as I did from the ones who've flown away to Mary's website. I did accept the invitation, but then I never posted anything. No time. Maybe.

There's always been that problem with the accents on words. It's of no importance, your sonnets are always a pleasure to read...several times!
I also consult the dictionary, as well as listen when it's an online one. Otherwise, I use my Oxford. And I notice that they don't always coincide.

In my case, nowadays I hardly ever speak English to anybody. I was born in Argentina, where the bilingüal schools teach the British system, with Certificates and A-Levels and such. The exams are sent to Cambridge Univ...LOL...

My parents spoke English at home, but that was so long ago.

Keep 'em coming, Larry! Such lovely pieces...I do hope Lori, Eira and some others return. I miss them.

Cheers, Sylvia