"loadstar" poems
Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come.
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
3.4k
in a desert pegged to a
loadstar, whose sands try
to scrape free.
with a sound the wind
scarce believes could
empty it out.
only loincloth and limbs
move toward her...with
lips the sun has lingered on.
for all his moving, he takes
her face in his hands...
setting down his mouth's
word on her closed eyes.
eyelids raw with
interlacing quivers.
visions of water.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 8:59 PM UTC