Month: September 2022

Sonnet 556

On By Loubert S SuddabyIn Poems1 Comment
As morning sun shall rise, so shall it set
To mete again a sweet or bitter day
And so once surely gone, it rises yet
To mark of time in single candled ways.
So measured life in darkness and in light
Plays out in puppet shadows on a wall
As if by some mischievous manus sleight
Designed to much amuse, or yet to gall.
From golden sconce forever hope is shone
So life is bourn amidst quotidian dreams,
Penumbra shadows that do wax and wane;
A trite ombromanie upon a screen.
There still we dance beneath that ageless sun
As shadows prance ‘til darkest night shall come.

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Sonnet 555

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Where lies sweet love when we impassioned are
By petty piques that dearest hearts defame,
As nimbus hulks block lights of shining stars
To rouse and rile a thunder scolded rain;
Soon angry waves incensed by distant fetch
Do rage their rancor on the stone cragged shore
As if dumb rocks were but some hapless wretch,
By pure mischance to bear that fearsome scorn.
So where hides hope when darkness damns the sun
While gales lay siege to twist and tear the trees,
When salty spume white fingers rake the strand
To flay in flotsam, scars of vain debris—
There withered hope survives to yet cling on
The stoutest stones that love e’re rested on.

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Sonnet 554

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I brought you true a bouquet of the sun
Fresh plucked from fields and ripe with heaven’s praise;
You placed them in a vase and hummed a song,
Arranging blooms beneath a happy gaze…
Then turned to me and beamed a radiant smile
That took me back to sun drenched meadows fine
Where from I’d walked that jaunty joyous mile
‘Midst orchid scents and sassy pink orpines.
I had no gifts to bring save but those flowers
But you received them as a treasure pure
And on your porch we sat and talked an hour,
Rapt poppycock and nuanced airs demure.
Of chances lost, this memory shall outstand—
That I had not the strength to take your hand.

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