Month: September 2024

Sonnet 657

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I burned my hand that day I touched the sun
But soothed it later cradling the moon,
Soft silver clouds became a healing balm
While starlit acupuncture numbed the wound.
A gentle zephyr kissed away the pain
As cool grasses played moist poultice there;
Elf owls hooted out a plaintive strain
That dryads come to render mending care.
Sweet denizens a shadowed vigil kept
As fireflies dispelled the waxing gloom,
Cicadas sang that I not feel bereft…
And in that grotto green, I felt at home.
The cosmos smiled and my heart swelled in mirth;
A child at peace in one grand universe.

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Sonnet 656

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A sprightly chook by every standard known
She ruled the roost, all eyes upon her there;
Bright boa feathers round about her thrown
Made every cockerel stop, stand and stare.
Yes strut she did upon that gilded stage
As scratch fell all about in lusty praise;
She scoffed it up, sure nimbleness displayed
Each gesture stilled the crowd in wild amaze.
She danced her bird dance nearly every night
‘Midst clucking jeers and thunder winged applause
And flapped false pinions that near gave her flight,
Still craftily arranged to hide her flaws.
Her sultry body so did bide in fame;
For never rose a cock she couldn’t tame.

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Sonnet 655

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What might I say that would return us now,
Back to those happy sun filled days of yore
When we, love-spun, embraced and lived as one—
Not jagged shattered fragments on the floor?
Glass hearts glued back with tears and honey words
Still flaunt as crazing cracks—the worst of time,
With all the weakness of spit-jointed shards
Where only tender eyes discern the crime.
You cannot stick shorn petals on a flower,
Return the yolk unto a broken egg,
Restrain the sun a second or an hour
Or alter yet the course that fate has laid.
These stabbing splinters smite my heart today
With all love’s poignant spears of yesterday…

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Sonnet 654

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What see you in this ragged ravaged frame
That bore the spleen life’s gauntlet set to prove
And by long love, you share my deepest stains
That God set forth here not to be removed?
What faith keeps you steadfastly by my side—
No pride of man could wield such loyal power,
For by your beauty could you else abide
Not squander here the waning of youth’s hours?
Perhaps unto yourself you are untrue
Or yet strange potion plied puts you part blind,
Or some spell cast bade lowly servitude
That you stay helot to my dwindling time.
By love’s great grace I here now set you free,
That you yet thrive beyond this curse and me.

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Sonnet 653

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Love is sweet comfort that is ever lived
In quiet joy where true hearts joined abide,
With endless peccadilloes to forgive
And errant spats that test firm faith’s reply.
It is a lesson in decorum quite
Where every thought is yet by kindness weighed
So every drop of anger’s venomed blight
Be held in check, there ever to be stayed.
Love is fond caring borne on winds divine,
Arrayed in rainbows, by benediction blessed
That though harsh discord test of peace sublime,
By soft embrace, most conflict there redressed.
Love is the power to see through others eyes;
One heart, one soul, to face all fate contrives.

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Sonnet 652

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Soft showers came to wash the lifeless land,
Aspersion right to rid all evil there;
Marasmic trees on grey horizons stand
With crooked hands clasped up in solemn prayer.
The somber night implores the whippoorwill
To bless or curse by first heard calls of spring
And guide departing souls beyond the hill
That they may hear celestial joy bells ring.
So then as Eleazar raised from dead
Sweet colors lift their heads from earthen brown
To rise above the last of winter’s dregs
That late ensconced them in an icy tomb.
Now feathered angels hail at dawn to choir
The rising Sungod decked in bold attire.

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