Tag Archives: Self Portrait

Sonnet III: Take Thy Care

Posted by David Emeron on

Above all, tend thy body, treat not cavalier
The vessel of thy mind and soul; for where
Thy foolishness, ephemera revere,
So ever, doth for each, the other care.

What providence might I impart of this!?
What bounty bring, avoiding such despair.
If not such caution, would I be remiss?
This wisdom, give I thee, beyond compare.

I yearn to tell the ease thou shouldst have won;
Or how simplicity wouldst bring thee bliss;
And wish thy time for these could be outdone–
Not lateness now these choosings reminisce.

Though ne’er may be these hands of time outrun;
So could thine ease much sooner have begun.

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

Permalink

Intro 3: Hindsight Observed

Posted by David Emeron on

So simple are such
As would, effortless, give us
All our years; and more.

Permalink

Sonnet II: The Most Important Thing

Posted by David Emeron on

That art thou most of consequence to me–
Thy tender age doth all to me pertain–
What may I tell, that wouldst thou not foresee;
And warn of that from which thou shouldst abstain?

Fear not, shouldst thou, pursuit of all thine aims;
For rest shalt thou enough to persevere.
Nor fear the end of that which life proclaims;
For shalt thou cease, one day, to live in fear.

And never, thy demeanour, show as meek;
For this thine own frustration will prolong.
Nor fail to strive, believing thou art weak;
For shall, one day, travail make thee strong.

And know, thou shouldst, one truth, all else above:
With all thy strength, pursue thy dearest love.

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

Permalink

Intro 2: Message in a Bottle

Posted by David Emeron on

If only I could
In this bottle fourteen lines,
Send away to thee;

To be understood,
What words, within these confines,
Only, should they be?

Permalink

Intro 1: You Heard Me

Posted by David Emeron on

I watched you grow strong
I reached out; with my right hand,
Felt your left shoulder.

I felt you touch me,
Take hold of my left shoulder.
I still feel you there.

I heard what you said,
And watched your words fly away.
I knew you heard me.

Now my words have gone,
Wrapped in the words of others,
But not completely.

Permalink