My love has wings–slender, feathered things–
With grace in upswept curve and tapered tip,
My love would soar–swiftly to adore–
So twisting ever toward, and graceful skip.
So dances she–round and round to be–
Enrapt to bring us care, to bind us kept,
My love should know–you, my love, bestow–
Your Own, as did He dance and graceful stepped.
For now as wed… They–Our Love has said–
Would bear us swiftly hence as spectral ships;
So lovely They–So lighted, Their display–
That would illuminate our Earthly trips.
And lovely see–you and I–as We…
Take flight, as when I tasted first your lips.
- once more for Gene.
beautiful, I love the flow of words…
Thank you this one and its twin were some 50 years in the making. I am still meditating upon and developing this “Canopian” form to Honour Gene Roddenberry.
I know you speak of your love, but I read this and see NCC-1701
The first two lines are penned by GR himself. They are rumoured to have been written to the WWII war plane he flew during that time. I am sorry I cannot remember the designation of the plane.
Still; you are correct, in as much as all my poems–even those of a radically divergent subject matter–are so written.
I am pleased that you have found these. I thought you of all people would appreciate the process of their creation.
I hope we around fifty more years to enjoy more revisions.
Yes I hope so too : ) I feel that serious life extension is not far off. So close now, I think we may just live to see it, and, as a result, live a good deal longer–enough to see other wonders.
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Hi David, it was a long time since I passed through.. Many poems have passed since, and I see you keep to the sonnets. I remember that when I started blogging 3 years ago you where one of the first to come through. But indeed we share the love of sonnets, though I might have taken mine into a more narrative way, but sometimes also abstract or contemporary..