I’d write about love
I could write all day and night
The words would pour out
But I think it would
because of my own true love
be all too easy
I think I could write
Thrice as I have written once
Time would almost stop
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Sonnet: The Evolution Of…
Things in life evolve. I, now uncaught on
Detail, resolve that haiku, when planned more
Strictly, will not break a single thought on
Separate lines. On the other hand, for
Sonnets, great shrines more strict, more pursuing
Sound; the stricture of both could recombine
With pressure when mixed together. Doing
Round numbers of haiku, would misalign
Within a sonnet. It makes me sigh, too;
For, on my honour, I’d cry if that myth
Were true. Instead, there must be eight haiku
To see it through; and then I combat with
Four pale sounds. And its sextet, for a
Tail, sports “etcetera, etcetera.”
Intro: Evolution
Things in life evolve
I, now uncaught on detail,
resolve that haiku,
when planned more strictly,
will not break a single thought
on separate lines.
On the other hand,
for sonnets, great shrines more strict,
more pursuing sound;
the stricture of both
could recombine with pressure
when mixed together.
Doing round numbers
of haiku, would misalign
within a sonnet.
It makes me sigh, too;
for, on my honour, I’d cry
if that myth were true.
Instead, there must be
eight haiku to see it through;
and then I combat
with four pale sounds.
And its sextet, for a tail,
sports “etcetera,
“etcetera.”
Sonnet IV: Angelic
So like an angel dost thou, by me, sleep;
So peaceful dost thou dream and give me dreams;
So like a child do I sleep. It seems
I dream anew thy gifted dreams, and keep
Mine own in peace, and never do I weep;
For I am safe, as safety thine redeems;
For I, as thou, am safe from all extremes;
For I may rest, as thou–may rest as deep.
An I awake, when deepest sleep is done,
Shall all thy peace remain within; and yet
Such peace, as I describe, cannot be won,
Without the price of love, I shan’t forget;
And when our dreams, as once again are spun
No pleasure as we dream shall go unmet.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
Intro 4: I watch as you sleep
And it creates in me
Such dreams
That I rest so completely
Sonnet III: Where I Rest
So quiet thou beside me; so austere
Dost thou confide thee, silently to sleep.
Angelic thou, delightful; though as clear
Dost thou alight believe thou safe to keep…
Thee well protected, do I; and so sweet
Thy dreaming true; mine angel wouldst appear.
And though thou art about me; so discrete
And so devoutly, shall I hold thee near…
And dearly do I wrap thee, my surround
I would enrapt, be to mine own replete.
Delight at once to hold thee and abound
That once untold, rejoice for thee complete…
And wound about thee tightly; and so deep,
Profound, and knightly… love thee; yet I weep….
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