Sonnet 18

"If we were honest and both wrote a sonnet, together a sandwich with everything on it..."

-Fun., Roman Candle

18

If we could find within ourselves virtues,

Enough to be that difficult honest;

That honest with ourselves and with each other,

Enough to undertake the writing of sonnets.

For sonnets are pure and true by nature;

Mine tell you how I really feel for you,

And yours could show me how you feel for me,

If you could find within yourself enough honesty.

I wait for the poetic honesty,

To drip like honey down those sweetest lips;

Those lips that I could write a sonnet for,

If just because they sometimes speak your mind.

Now, be honest, be honest and write me

Sonnets of pure and true dear honesty.

For Caleb

That frightful night I sat in silence,

Scrolling through the so-called important English words

And committing Italian vocabulary to memory.

A mess encircled my window of truth

And I sifted until I found the vibrant thing

Screaming “Mother”! until I calmed it.

It trembled my heart with the dreadful news

And I took my leave of words, both of the Anglo and the Latin.

Finding a place to match silence with solitude

My heart shook my core

And I gave it up to the Heavens;

“Spare him! If permanent condition Thy will intent,

Spare him! Spare him and take me instead!”

The world could ne’er understand

The joy I felt when truth revealed

An’ proved the malady a temporary.

My love is full.

Sonnets --and thank you!

If you haven't noticed yet, I've gotten into sonnets. I decided that's my main poetry niche. I've written 13 so far and will post them when I feel they're edited well enough. A little tip for making the reading more meaningful: if you read the last words of each line they either connect the sonnet with a new idea, or they summarize the main idea of the sonnet.

Happy reading --and thanks for spending the time to read and comment :) I love to share, and this is just one way I do so.

Sonnet 9: While softly gazing at the ceiling fan

While softly gazing at the ceiling fan

My glazed eyes ponder one attitude;

 I catch with ears the whispers I would ban,

And hope as quiet whispers they will brood.

I wait silent for what I do not know,

Except that it is inescapable;

My muscles tense like tightly coiled vows

Of flames which strip me raw unbearable.

A knock upon the door awakes my soul,

And pulls me rudely from my reverie;

I float like shadow towards the malign door

But dazed I find the old porch-step lacking.

When looking down I see flowers to prove.

Sweet love was here and left me caught in love.

The Implications of Your Strength Confuse

5

The implications of your strength confuse

My emotions and leave me perplexéd;

Do I find safety in your able arms,

Or do I fear the strength superior to mine?

The way you take control is my excuse

For the comfort I find in depended

Thought and action on the more able one;

“Besides, if it were me it’d take more time.”

But I ask myself what I have to lose;

I see my future self as wretched,

Visions as a doll in your house alarm,

And I see this is not a perfect rhyme.

Which confuséd instinct do I turn to,

Content remains, but is fear overdue?

The Crowded Room is Much too Small for You

2

The crowded room is much too small for you;

From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance,

And yet not once did you give me a glance;

But with one glance I would give all to you.

The corner suits me well, invisible

I stand alone to see you laugh and grin;

But every stolen look feels like a sin,

When girls’ more beauty than I assemble.

I see you here approaching me, and I

Cannot believe that you would speak to me;

But you believe I am what I should be;

I listen more and never hid in lies.

And as you dance away I fill with hope

That you have seen beyond the shallow scope.

Insignificant

The smallest piece of dust,
Floating on a breeze,
Sticking to me like glue;
Seems to say so much.

A crumb upon the floor,
To be swept up by a step
Or chewed on by a mouse;
And wonders why "no more?"

The tiniest lump of what,
Sitting in my valley palm,
Smiles and laughs and mocks,
Insignificantly significant.