At rest she lieth down within her bed,
Doth close long lidded eyes, though not to sleep
In her repose for soft, round limbs to rest;
And then, in longing yet, her thoughts toward him:
Of words so closely shared, or left unsaid;
Such secrets, told or not, as cause to weep;
With his remembrance tight against her prest,
Though now, so tattered, once yet thought a whim,
Her tears to calm, his favour held instead,
That holdeth now her heart in safety’s keep,
To lull, so sweet her countenance, to rest–
Then close her eyes again, as night grew dim.
And once we wed, doth dream my love now deep,
As blest, our lives entwined, as any hymn.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence: click here to read it all:
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So beautiful…
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Yes, thou art.
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I love this one, there is a lot of deep emotion involved.
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Thank you, this one is part of a 12 sonnet sequence which is posting one per day until it is completed:
Whilst my love doth dream…
It comes from deep within my life and my love. I hope you will enjoy them if you have time to read them.
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I will most definitely read them. :)
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And you have been! And I am most appreciative.
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Thank you very much. Whether pleasing to the ear or eye or not, I can assure you that all my words are quite heartfelt. I am not merely “marking time,” as one reader suggested many bloggers are wont to do. In fact, I disagree completely with his assessment. All creative endeavours I have seen on wordpress, regardless the variety are most heartfelt (even mine : ) Even when the artist is brand new to his art and completely in the dark as to how next to proceed his heart
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Every time I think you have posted your “best”, you come back with another sequence that touches something else inside. I feel you are a genius and am grateful to read these verses in situ, so to speak. I try hard to be pragmatic and logical, you delicately push those aside so my romantic self can peep out and oft times, come out and embrace romance.
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I would have had no inkling as to how to embrace the romance of all manner of things if it had not been for Love, I would never have been able to express any of this.
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Love does it every time. Love is truly transforming.
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Hah! And I just found another gramatic mistake. Best you reserve the “g” word for someone more worthy : )
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You know how I am about supposed mistakes. I have that wabi sabi thang going on. Bah, i am piddling with a haiku about red geraniums whilst having an internal argumenr regarding bushido and honor. And studying pharmacology. And fighting with my espresso machine. At times like this, I rest in your sonnets. Grammar seems to go the way of the dusty smell on my hands when I break off a spent cluster of the geranium.
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I do understand. We mathematicians cannot substitute a ‘dx’ for a ‘dy’ willy-nilly (which I suspect might be one translation of wabi-sabi [please forgive me for that])
Although… it is true that when we use our maths in engineering projects we do such things fairly regularly, crossing out low impact terms, etc.
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Exactly. No wabi-sabi in engineering. When one is figuring loads and striping for a bridge, one can’t be wabi-sabi.
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What a beautiful ode to a relationship, filled with longing; lovely…
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…and it is quite autobiographical. Thank you for you comments most kindly given.
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