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Anniversary Sonnet 2See how my love doth lie in sweet repose.
What dappled phantasms doth she design
Within that Morpheus-entangled mind?
Does she dream of her dreams? Of rows and rows
Of books penned by her hand? Bouquets of rose
Or pink carnation gave by judges kind?
For once she danced. And like the Golden Hind,
She was pursued by many hunters' bows.
Is her dream mine? A simpl'r one for sure:
A lasting life, lived not for petty prize,
Nor accolades, nor suitor's heavy glance.
A dream not for myself. A dream for yours.
I hope that dream fulfilled. That when you rise
You've lived without a want for second chance.
Anniversary Sonnet 1How can I write a sonnet for this girl?
For one who's born for us a pair of lives.
For one as comfortable in jeans as pearls.
For one who'd willingly become my wife.
For one whose halitosis morning breath
Can still bestow a kiss like sweetest peach.
For one whose love has such enormous breadth
That e'en this addled fool's within its reach.
For one who held me when I lost my way.
For one who is a prop, a beam, a brace.
For one of dirty mind, who yet can say
She e'er was true. For one free of disgrace.
How did I write this poem now for thee?
You see, my dear, you've written it for me.
Darcy's Sonnet 2Why, it's the pull of a poignant evening
Is all that keeps me here. An old moment,
An older time when energy was spent
On you and me and every dream. I'd sing
Your evr'y praises 'round the hills and fling
Old caution to the wind. My rules bent
Near breaking and long from a repent.
Why lady fair, you know I'm past my spring.
Yet those old memories are not enough
To keep me coming back to you each night.
Instead I think it's how you've me beguiled.
For spending time within your love is rough
on soul and hide but when I hold you tight,
I'm soothed. /True/ love from you I know is mild.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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