rima fragmenta, Fragments of a Rift: Fifty Sonnets for Kevin - 15. artless moments

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Sonnet No. 29

Hedonistic – the word makes you catch your breath,

Smile and bite your lower lip just the way

You do before you die that little death,

Peering through my eyes, seeming my soul to weigh.

How often life will make of us the figure

Sung in the spiritual known as the motherless child,

But what pain or sting of gladness can trigger

These feelings of longing and love unreconciled?

So in the petite mort I see in your eyes

A certain form of comfort settles in,

Like a parting of the clouds in the skies,

Scatt’ring my fears of soulless oblivion.

I’m found when lost in your body’s advance,

For your raptured hold’s like a great expanse.

Sonnet No. 30

Once you had ceased talking to me, how sad

Each and every creativity seemed

To my dark-painted projections unclad

From your beautiful wont; undreamed.

Goethe said mastery of form only shows

When limitation of order is gained,

For then an ultimate freedom bestows

Discipline to the youth age has obtained.

Now the back of the hand writing looks old

Where a collection of wrinkles gather

As if my father’s fingers I behold

Taking here my cast than his own rather.

But I’d trade all my agèd accomplishments

To share a few artless more of your moments.

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