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Occasional Poetry - 62. Valentine
em>Usually I post sonnets in pairs. However, I have but one Valentine's Day sonnet this year. I therefore chose to add another one, perhaps slightly less apropos. I hope I may be pardoned.
With thanks to AC and Gary for inspiration.
With thanks to AC and Gary for inspiration.
Valentine
I rue the day I came into this world,
and blame the angels who misread the date
of my arrival, limbs and hands unfurled,
untimely, and abominably late;
Not only did they err as to the year,
they utterly mislaid the proper map,
so I came all too wrongly, and I fear
geography compounded my mishap.
Yet even though both time and tide divide,
our spirits join together in the dance
of poetry and story, closely tied,
to celebrate the triumphs of romance.
Though age and distance keep us far apart,
I feel you ever nearer to my heart.
Fulfillment
I ventured out beyond my conscious walls,
and there we met in dreamlit mansions fair,
amidst a crowd of myriad faces there,
I wandered, searching for you most of all.
A glimpse, perhaps a chase down paneled hall,
through loggias, hustling past the guests who stare,
to find a portal plain, but do I dare
to find within who holds my heart in thrall?
But when I press beyond into the gloom,
the mists dissolve, and lonely do I wake;
our bed is cold and silence fills the room,
yet instantly I feel the mattress shake,
your breath upon my neck begins to bloom,
now enter to my chamber, still my ache.
em>I beg you will leave a review, or perhaps a rant, or even a rave. I shall be glad of whatever you say.
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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