I have missed Friday! Sorry. Proofing a book to a deadline somehow collapses the passing days. BUT how can anyone ignore the euphoria occasioned by this enquiry?
‘I absolutely love this sonnet. I thought it might be one of Shakespeare’s but it sounds too new. Please tell me who the author is.’
I posted it to a thread on Linked In that asked for ‘Your poetic definition of love?’
If you bequeath me all your dreams unspent
that had their birth beneath the sheeted sky
Once dressed in music, they went penitent
Through gold and gorse, for you walk solitary.
If I can turn a page within your past
and my slow eye peruse your slow delight…
The landscape of your heart has found a mast
to lend perspective to its breadth and height.
I mapped your longing long before you thought
to give account of thirst, or dust or wine
I laid your blooms of hope amidst the grass of doubt
I spread your pasture, I reseeded time.
What can I know but what I recognise?
You are myself and yours are my own eyes.
5 thoughts on “The Poetic Definition of Love?”
I love your sonnet. The imagery about the mast… I think we all look for someone with that strength and that ability.
Do you think Will ever found his soul mate?
Sometimes I wonder whether the fully contented would ever find the words to describe content. Longing is so much sharper! So much more demanding of expression, and looking at his output I doubt it, But he certainly knew what it would feel like if he did. His women embody so much more than his men, although if he were gay that would beg many questions! Thanks for commenting. Good to hear your voice!
Thank you so very much. If you enjoyed this you might like the extracts posted from a new work…and you can find it here http://involution-odyssey.com/ under ‘Excerpts and the Pen Portrait Gallery. Thank you also for sharing.
Absolutely loved this! The flow or rhythm, each word. Beautiful! “I laid your blooms of hope amidst the grass of doubt I spread your pasture, I reseeded time.” Wow, phenomenal! Such passion. Sharing it now.