Tag Archives: Poem

Sonnet: Lost

Posted by David Emeron on

May I explain the longing in my heart
That now perfects my quite imperfect life?
A time deceptively devoid of strife,
It doth not oft betray its lack of Art

Nor lack of thee. I crave that sweetest part
Thou play”st with me–exuberantly rife
With all its charms–that sweetest touch, the fife
Who’s delicacy is thy voice… and Heart….

And eyes… what odes could be composed ‘pon thine.
And how do I contain them to a line
Or two of such an insufficient length?
I’ll write they speak of sorrow and of strength.
Conveying all the beauty of the world.
Betraying all the beauty of a girl….

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Sonnet: Emblazoned

Posted by David Emeron on

How radiant you were when you believed
That I would, in my innocence, remain
The same untouched, beloved child and gain
A balance none but you could have achieved.

How Beautiful you were when you were wrong.
What did you love in that reluctant child?
Perhaps you saw his brilliance or his wild
Emblazoned soul which you believed was strong.

I pitied you the moment when you knew
That there, before you, stood no tower of strength,
But just a fragile, though artistic child.
I pitied you the burning love which you
Incessantly embraced; and though at length,
A shroud to grace, you chose to live awhile.

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Sonnet: Busy

Posted by David Emeron on

Can I look, can I listen, can I speak?
Can I stop, can I walk, or can I run?
Can I fetch, can I put, or am I done?
Can I drop, can I gather, may I seek?

Will I lead, will I later, will I sneak?
Will I first, will I last, or will I shun?
Will I few, will I lots, or have I none?
Will I feed, will I wallow, am I bleak?

Must I find, must I forfeit, must I do?
Must I know, must I guess, or must I now?
Must I brave, must I cower, should I bow?
Must I glow, must I grimace, am I blue?

If I may, am I dower, did I stray?
Can I pray, for more hours, in the day?

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Sonnet V: Coffeebreak

Posted by David Emeron on

The G-drive folded space to ninety gees.
The polariser hummed its loud dissent.
Yet not one drop of coffee did I spill;
Or notice this miraculous event.

I never knew what kind of expertise
Kept “Down” remaining steady toward the floor;
I merely docked my cup and dialled “Fill,”
Relaxed, and settled down to drink some more.

I never had a moment of unease;
The J-drive took us supra-light, no doubt;
I only heard the Newman engine shrill,
Until the power levels evened out.

But one false move by someone, while I yawn,
And half a microsecond, I’d be gone.

This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:

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