Month: July 2020

Sonnet 383

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What would it mean to say I loved you more,
More than sweet sighs of poets past proclaimed—
The essence of true love needs no compare
And by such measure, is in part defamed.
Why should sure bond need terms like ‘stronger than’?
Superlatives like ‘none so sweet as thee’,
Or, ‘Higher than an eagle’s lofty span,
Far broader than an ocean, lee to lee’?
No—peerless love cannot be judged in kind
Nor matched to unions on a former stage,
True love affirmed needs not a cadenced rhyme
Nor musings fired by a gallants’ rage;
It is a promise, here by heaven blessed
That when so true, needs nothing more professed.

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Sonnet 382

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I set upon a walk in sun dried air,
The rain from hours before had passed away—
The cobalt sky stretched boundless, bright and fair,
No clouds remained to threaten dark dismay.
What pleasure pure to find you on my walk
Into blessed woods that beckoned warm delight;
I bade you come and join me for small talk,
So we might flee the grasp of boredom’s blight.
We wandered on through meadows broad and green,
Beyond the weight of worry and of bond…
Into the holy peace of sylvan dreams
That soothe the souls of wayward vagabonds;
There laughter joined and locked in step and stride,
Found secret places hope and love abide.

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Sonnet 381

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I contemplate the words that softly float
Into my conscience like white clouds on high,
Wherein ethereal essence may evoke
Grand images born of the splendored sky;
Ephemeral content which resides in part
Upon prismatic lenses dreams may don—
Or some deep passion rising  from the heart
That shines like errant rays from heaven down.
There shapes give rise to shapes as auras form
That then suffuse these visions of the air
Which scintillate with rapture’s sudden glow
And morph to forms fantastical and rare.
In loops of ink I weave a tapestry
Of love and light, which I now give to thee.

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Sonnet 380

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Forever blinded by a shameful past—
Nothing but retribution left to see,
Reliving memories ever more aghast
Forever bound to was, not what could be.
Still haunted by old grievances long gone,
Unable yet to turn the other cheek,
Not knowing that the truth of being strong
Lies in the quiet courage of the meek;
Forgiving not forgetting vile sin—
For to forget ensures that naught is learned,
All journeys need a point where they begin;
What future lies upon a past that’s burned?
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust presumed;
Yet what to gain when hate by hate’s exhumed?

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Sonnet 379

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What is beauty if not a gift divine,
Bestowed by gods to bless the mortal few?
A radiant raiment which soon wears with time,
Ephemeral vestments none may e’re renew;
Diaphanous dress of matchless thread so spun
Whose heavenly weave must heed the bounds of fate,
From regal robe to weathered weed undone—
All colors fade, save hues on Heaven’s gate.
Still true, what woman would not wear that gown
Of gilded grace that Venus can bestow,
So set to dress for but the here and now…
To flit and flirt amidst life’s fleeting show;
Sweet bounty granted—yet what price there paid;
What peerless anguish when sweet aspects fade.

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Sonnet 378

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Where are we now, we two of kindred mind,
Our hearts and souls still bound together—one;
Yet stark division cast in time we find
Each forced to stand as self, apart, alone.
What hand will reach the first across the wide?
Whose lips express remorse unto which ear,
As we in heavy silence now abide,
Where every minute lengthens to a year?
We cannot lay dear love in battle down,
And watch her blood drain dry upon the field;
In homage to sweet past my head I bow
And so on bended knee now choose to yield;
I cannot live a day without your love—
Your heart this meek contrition yet may move.

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Sonnet 377

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That land afore from which I sprang calls true
As church bells clear upon a Sunday morn,
The memories of all I once well knew
Come rushing back on echoes I have borne;
The homestead springs to sight in green and gold,
Pastoral scenes lay burnished by the sun;
Sweet memories rise in tears my eyes can’t hold
And silver rivulets down worn cheeks now run.
Bright sparkle still the lakes and streams I swam,
The trees I scarred with hearts of love presumed,
Green hills resound with youthful songs I sang,
Broad pastured fields soft silvered by the moon.
A boy once left those moors, broad earth to roam…
And of a world so wide, still calls them home.

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