If I did not describe my heart
how it yearns for you
how it quickens at every sight of you
every instant when I first hear your voice
if I did not write of
how it races when you come near
that it has skipped when you have touched me
that it pounds with the expectation of your touch
every beat so hard
that it shakes my body enough for you to see
if I chose to keep the secret
of its quiet rhythm in the morning when I wake
how long I have lain quietly amazed
as our hearts beat in perfect synchrony
that I wondered how many minutes would pass
before their rhythms diverged
every word withheld as I lay down my pen
and lock it away with its barren white sheets
if I swore
not to describe my heart
would it stop beating forever?
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Wonderful David. I’m sorry I haven’t visisted here in a long time. But this just amaze me.
Thank you for stopping by, Bjorn. I seem to be feeling much better and have been resuming all my work (not just sonnet writing : )
oh… And this is part of a sequence wherein I start with with a stream of words and progress toward sonnet form. You’ve come in somewhere in the middle. (fairly close to the point where it all starts making sense : )
If you flip through these, you may, I might guess, like the previous one to this which is a sort of culmination of the freeverse phase.
The beginning of the series begins on the 18th of February with these two posts: https://davidemeron.com/2013/02/18/ You might be too busy to scan through it, but If you do I would not mind your input on how clear or unclear you think the “course” to be, as I have no pedagogical experience to speak of.
No pressure ; )
That is lovely to read and immerse in.
Thank you. If you would like to see the work evolve, step one is here: and you can then click along until the current step. I take the process from mere words to sonnet form, and are not yet finished in this work.
And this starts soon here:
and proceeds along and will doubtless finish in early march–as I have some past work to backfill from a time when I have been unwell.