In windy squalls that fill the lot I cross,
Upon my neck I feel the touch of Fall
Which stirs my blood past all I can recall
Since greater gains bring fear of greater loss.
The quiver fades some further down the road
As closer homeward I move ever on;
Further inward all my thoughts are drawn
To this precise point all choices flowed.
My path through years consists of tiny dots
Connecting moves I thought were isolated
These tales inside were always unrelated
My life as series based on my fool thoughts.
To see the sunset with renewed conviction
I lie prostrate within the greater fiction.
The Touch of Fall Wednesday, Aug 26 2009
Modern Sonnet 5:28 pm
Drunken Muse Sonnet Wednesday, Aug 26 2009
Modern Sonnet 5:15 pm
My muse lies drunk and wretched on the bed
Her breath is vodka, bile and sordid lust
Sad sot, I bear a burden weight like lead
Whilst love itself grinds down to meager dust.
Yet should I tame the angel so inspired,
Bring words to heel before my booted feet,
What ode restores a passion now retired,
Can verse undo a lover’s mad retreat?
Oh, might I bind my muse to sober ends
And tie this harlot to the waiting wall.
In hopes to torture true love to amends,
I’d never su ffer heartache’s stormy squall.
While harboring self-revulsion and disgust,
My angel turns and smiles with unbound trust.
Seduced Wednesday, Aug 26 2009
Modern Sonnet 5:02 pm
You stole my breath away in the forest,
Tackling me beneath the shadows of the camp,
And I leaned back, a wine-soaked, funny scamp
Who saw your beauty and felt so blessed.
The revelers were safe asleep in bed.
Your mystic friend had talked herself quite dry.
I laughed and then my lips let a tune fly.
Your lips soon took all my breath instead.
Past roots and winding paths you led the way
Towards such a sacred blu to draw me down.
In passion’s lake we both began to drown.
Our gasps and sighs resound even today.
With sleepy eyes we watched a new sunrise
As new hopes lit up behind our eyes.
