Sophie

On July 31, 2022November 13, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So she was fallen in the night,

By limbs now wizened there betrayed;

A tired heart bereft of might,

A body beaten, time decayed.

Did she perhaps call out my name

That I return the help she gave

For but to render there the same,

I might have eased her to the grave.

But I was many miles gone

With arms too short to reach her hand,

The love and life that she did spawn

Now wandered in a foreign land.

Perhaps she knew I loved her more

Than sons have ever loved a grace

And from my breast sweet passion tore

The wish that I had seen her face,

And told her in that fading light

That all she did was good and right.

Sonnet 553

On July 30, 2022October 16, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

So do I love you now, as ever, more

And nay, it matters not if you love me

For unrequited yet I bear the scorn—

So indivisible this pledge to thee.

Here bid me leave and heavy I shall go,

Tell me stay, and happy I rejoice;

To love’s command my future I bestow

So be that power in your darling voice.

Love’s grace is not contingent on a plan

Nor does it bide upon some sole decree,

It is a force ethereal and grand

That binds like souls in peerless harmony;

By word alone I here so live or die:

Love is to be, and never wonder why.

Sonnet 552

On July 30, 2022November 5, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What does it matter that we loved a day,

A week, a month, a year, a lifetime — more?

What matters most is not what time should say

For depth of passion ever bests that score.

Time more confounds but ever yet subtends

The mortal measure of sweet ardor spanned

And so, despite the blights all love contends,

Exalts in those brief hours she commands.

So be our time together short or long

And ever like the tides, love wax and wane;

Though notes of doubt may tremulate our song,

Within your grace I pray I shall remain.

Let time but stay as sequent seasons changed

And through it all, our love remain the same.

Sonnet 551

On July 30, 2022November 13, 2022 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

What loathe defeat by blackest infamy,

What loss of face, what coup to dearest pride!

What sour chagrin splashed in that note to see

Sweet proffered troth in curdled ink denied.

My heart cleaved quite by simple words alone

And rended so upon a parchment rind;

A strike through flesh unto the very bone

Where never seemed a blow yet more unkind.

You do not love me, iron gall propounds—

That kneeled pledge within your drawing room

Shall ever truth and beauty’s hope confound:

All meted life from here a living tomb.

Was I not worth a meeting face to face…

No stauncher heart by cursive black disgraced.

Sonnet 550

On July 30, 2022March 19, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

When I first touched your hand I cannot tell

For in the mists it lingers with your smile

To resonate much like a soft rung bell

That gently fades into the distant while;

And when of time we shared the primal kiss,

Of many since, it seems a drop of rain

That fell with others on broad fields of bliss

And did asperge the vast unsettled main.

So bless sweet time that blurs when it began

There clouding memories of love’s prime embrace,

So seems the blush of fervor on the pan

That once ignited, ever souls engrace.

It matters not when love first claimed the heart;

It matters most that we shall never part.

Sonnet 549

On July 30, 2022January 7, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

Now summer’s velvet, haughty, hot replete

Of burning incense borne from August blooms,

Steam sauna skies to baste in hothouse heat,

Limp listless earth benumbed by Maenad tunes.

Cicada screams now undulate the air

As grackles stalk the misty seas of green,

Dark starlings march, black lines of bleak despair

To seek, destroy, dismantle and demean.

That regal eye now burns into the souls,

Dense hapless few still prostrate on the ground,

Staunch mien beheld by brave or abject fools

Who yet defy reprieve in shadows found.

By shade of umbrage, so bemused I squint,

Bemoan my state and raise a julep mint.

Sonnet 548

On July 24, 2022January 7, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

With summer’s heat now broiling broccoli trees

And not a zephyr’s kiss to daub my brow,

I longed for cloud or best, a gentle breeze

To cool my face and soothe it’s florid glow.

White cotton twill now steamed against my skin

Swill sopped in sweat, damp hanging in despair;

Rank smell of roses roasting in the sun

And lilac pyres’ incense on the air.

A wing aloft, poor Icarus aflame

Circling slowly searching for some shade,

Perhaps a vulture skirring for the lame

To mark in pirouettes, a looming grave.

So sat I sullen, winter on my mind…

And were I there, soft praying warmth to find.

Sonnet 547

On July 24, 2022January 7, 2023 By Loubert S SuddabyIn PoemsLeave a comment

He stood the greatest man that never was

Least there among the shields of gilded fame,

Yet truth and duty always marked his cause

And ever proud was he of his good name.

If virtue called the measure, he stepped tall,

Of selfless acts, his person knew no bounds;

If kindness were the chart he bested all—

In love, no purer heart has yet been found.

Ah, being human, yes he was still flawed

And sported emblems both of right and wrong;

But of his quiet strength all still stayed awed

For to the rarest manhood he belonged.

He faded in a glory seldom sung,

When all the sweet of life from him was wrung.

	Steven on Sonnet 556
	julesbikepoems on Sonnet 404
	Meramolin B. on Sonnet 414
	Thalena on In Black and White
	pairunoyd on A Thought

	Steven on Sonnet 556
	julesbikepoems on Sonnet 404
	Meramolin B. on Sonnet 414
	Thalena on In Black and White
	pairunoyd on A Thought

Loubert S Suddaby poems

Month: July 2022