Monthly Archives: June 2014

Sonnet IV: This I Wish

Posted by David Emeron on

Thou hast most welcome been and sorely missed.
Dare I rejoice, thou, to these climes, returned?
I hush… I quiet step… I so resist
So royal thy demesnes from which I’ve learned.

So timidly, in reverence, go out
Among these places once I reminisced
Had left these climes bereft and lost in doubt,
As only such in shadow may persist.

So quiet-speak my joy as must it be;
Although I would my exaltation shout.
My forays brief, my traces few to see;
I dare but little to dissuade throughout.

Yet gingerly I turned my praise for thee
To hopes I’ve earned such days as come to be.

  • Thank you RLK for
    the manner and degree
    of your return.

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Sonnet III: Footsteps

Posted by David Emeron on

So glorious thou walked upon this path;
For once I knew when saw thy footsteps there;
When followed each, so taken me it hath
To far beyond such lands within my care.

What mysteries upon this land I see;
So curious thy fruit as here doth grow;
That first appeareth, here beneath some tree,
To change when I extend my hand to know.

So shall I follow once to see such things;
And yet again to see how these are grown;
And even more to see what harvest brings;
And stay to learn this bounty of my own.

When even as I reap what thou hast taught;
Yet still I study close what thou hast wrought.

  • Reading Lady Day
    To study her metaphors;
    Here are some I learned.

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sonnet II: I Dare

Posted by David Emeron on

May poetess I woo thy spirit hence?
For, surely am I starving of thy words;
Or in the lack this treading represents;
Mine inspiration drowning out by thirds.

I prithee hope thy veils might be taught
If capable a student, I might thence
Command or coax the layers thou hast wrought;
And offer up the same in my defence.

Should then I hope, with verse, or even song,
To woo thy spirit hence? For once I fought
Not shame, nor thine offence; wouldst think me wrong,
Though flesh nor soul, but wordly spirit sought?

Might then my song thy wordly spirit move?
If worthy I, thy lifelong student prove.

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Sonnet I: Empty

Posted by David Emeron on

I wish, O poetess, had not thou gone,
‘Least in thy stead thy words so wish remained.
Where hast thou hence thy beauty borne away?
And whence hath run thy passion unconstrained?

For thee, in early morn I searched; the dawn
Had not yet broke, nor made the rain to slake;
But now, forever falling rain might stay,
And dawn, I fear, or joy, might never break.

To whence were hid thy words I goe anon,
Or thence wherein my heart thy words might tend.
So ever seek the light shall I of day;
Thy dawn to chase, this rain in hopes might end;

Await the dawn until return again
Thy words, and fondly beg thou wilt remain.

  • To Lady Day,
    With so fond regard
    I scarce can say

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