The Poetic Definition of Love?

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?’

        Ergo…
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.

Photo: Imagination of an ARTIST !!!!

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Author: philipparees

A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.

5 thoughts on “The Poetic Definition of Love?”

  1. 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.

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  2. 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?

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    1. 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!

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