…ways quite mysterious. Today’s sonnet, and it’s companion are written in response or reflection to this post. These few offhand words by Lady Day struck me a certain way–sparked, one might say a memory. Regarding the nature of love, and work, and how, so very often, hard work is the very way, particularly among men, in […]
…post interfaces, I found myself flipping the last (Xerex) sequence and starting another sonnet. I felt lazy today, and for some reason, that often causes me to appear industrious–even to myself.
…let an older sonnet drop down onto September 23. I didn’t truly need to, but otherwise, I would have posted “today’s” entry at maybe 8:00 pm. I think I prefer it this way though, because now I may think about the subsequent elements of the sequence. I’m posting this entry in real time but the […]
Remember thou, my sweetest love, that grape Made manifest alloweth many forms: A quick but fleeting ichorous escape; A spirit with incalescence that warms. The grape may yield up poison that would kill, A draught that might embolden ones appeal, A sedative to blight one of his skill, Or potion, pray, infirmity, may heal. Remember […]
The way of this elixir is its balm, So gentle; that, with artistry, would’ see My mind and heart, my very soul, becalm; As well it would, my sweetest love, for thee. So gently should it wash away thy pain, This gift of purest flavour doth recall, As though it, soothing as a favoured rain, […]
If thou, my sweetest love, if thou, with me, Wouldst share the sweet Xerex, that sweetest grape, That loveliest of nectars, which may shape One’s very soul, its very contours free; That selfsame nectar I proclaim to be The fabric, flowing as a fluid cape, Which ribbons, over all creation drape, Returneth me, my sweetest […]
