A week or two ago, one of the commenters on a weblog I frequent quoted a line from one of her dreams: “Sometimes the petal is as effective as the flower.”
And I felt the tug I feel sometimes, when there’s a sonnet somewhere inside me, waiting to come out. It took about half an hour from tug to completion, but when I read it to M, he thought it was so sweet he cried.
So, for Valentine’s day, a love sonnet.
He knows me well, and so his slightest glance
Conveys a sonnet’s worth of loving thought.
He speaks my mind so often it’s not chance
And I say what he’s thinking, like as not.
I brush his shoulder as I pass his chair,
Or as he drives, reach out and tap his knee.
He leans his head back as I stroke his hair
Then turns back to his work, away from me.
We could say more, but other things intrude,
And evenings are too short to get things done.
Our common terseness might be seen as rude
But one word’s wealth, when there is need for none.
A word, a touch, our deepest feeling shows:
The petal is effective as the rose.
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That’s truly lovely, Abi. Happy V-Day!
It is indeed lovely, Abi, and a Happy Birthday too.
And a (belated) happy birthday too.
It makes me cry too. Your best yet!
Wonderful! I thorougly enjoyed it. I’d love to use some your poems in my sermons, but wouldn’t want to without your permission. Any chance?
Of course, Karen.
I might even be talked into writing one on a theme, but I can’t answer for how it would come out. I’m only marginally in control of this thing.
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