The Sound of Love
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If ever there were a word
That could capture the absurd
Way in which I feel about
That most vainglorious lout
We call Love, the High-Flying, Dusk-til-Dawn Bird
It would be "Danger" and "Dark" and "Stay-away-heart".
Nobody knows the damage that's done in its name,
But I hear on the winds the truth, like a swift dart,
That sometimes a pin-prick can light its great flame.
When we plunge unexpectedly into its center
We don't think for a moment about the tear-drop
That must be paid full attention, just like the necter.
I sometimes forget that I must never stop
Bowing and kow-towing
To the temple of spring.
Lighting its great fire,
As we shine and perspire,
Performing Love's ritual until she goes "Ding!"
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That's fun. 'Love' the last stanza:0)
ReplyDeleteThanks. I'm a little embarrassed. I try to bury these poems as quickly as possible. I've never written poetry before, until a month ago, because I never could write it before, but reading it more has given me a false sense ability. Woo-hoo, I can rhyme now, look at me.
ReplyDeleteI was at a wedding a week or two ago with my girlfriend and after the groom read his vows, I leaned over and told her that my love of hack poetry has won me over to writing my vows in sonnet form.
That'll keep me from getting married....
matt...
ReplyDeletei hope that's sarcasm,
or i'll kick you ass.. mm?
how's that for a sonnet?
love me