My poetry partner in crime, sasqi, also messaged me tonight to mark this eve of departure into the rest of our poetic lives. With it, she sent today's poem, a beautiful moving sestina.
Tonight, I took her cue again with a form poem. I found myself struggling to sit down and actually write (a month of poems is HARD, my mind said, and the dishes had been waiting for days...), but then realized, again, what to write about?
One of my message over this month with sasqi checking in on our poetic adventure was about how I was grateful for its timing. For me, it's been a year of celebrating my love and commitment for and to another person. Our second and final (?) wedding was in October and by the time the first of November came around, I found myself wanting only to write of her and my love for her.... *sigh*
Of course, as you know, I didn't write sappy love poems all month. But it did feel appropriate to end this project with a form poem historically dedicated to love: the sonnet.
Without much more ado then, I give you a love sonnet. First though, one more thing: I don't know yet if I'll keep writing a poem a day from December 1st onward, but I'm sure glad I did in November. And, I like writing to you again so check back here tomorrow.
Sonnet #30
Waking up beside you looks like all this:
your sweet face hidden by a quilt cover;
eyelids closed in absolute blissfulness;
a kiss waiting on your lips, my lover.
Rising in the morning with you brings such
joy for the day's possibilities that I
can hardly contain songs from my lips much
or from snuggling back into you beside.
But this is only the briefest of times.
Then the day stretches out before us--
away from the lands of duvets the clock chimes
and the hours become our heard chorus.
Still, my love, my sweetheart, my one darling,
there is always the song of the starlings.*
*Poetic inspiration to ee cummings and Josh Ritter
1 comment:
Sigh. Yay!
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