What love be that which held gently within,
Beats not a rhythm of the gold band's bourn,
Ignites the throat and the wetness therein,
Carves the rounds on a smile that life doth mourn?
What be buried 'neath mounds of memories,
In shades of sepia and tear-tint-sighs
Rent by fading tones of breathless scurries
Of our names festooned betwixt joyous cries?
Is it that love you sacredly cherish
Shall earn all black repute that man may churn -
Known-unknown hearts pilloried to anguish,
While cosset that love's flame that doesn't burn?
'Tis but the scorch he craves and villain be
For sweeter becomes love that none shall see.
:) Ah! I love the challenge early in the morning... Loved reading the sonnet too.
ReplyDeleteYou wondered why I called it perverse. And you answered your own question in your own comment. Let me explain, you rightly wonder out loud about the fact that man has always wanted 'more' and 'more' even that which is not his. The reason I say, more than one is perverse is because when man cannot satisfy completely one woman, love one woman, man is a perverted animal which tries to divide its love between many.
There are beautiful animals which live and fight for the love of one love and live to fulfil the needs and wants of the one love. Every thing is perfect in pairs. All other combinations are imperfect and left wanting a certain completion.
I am one who believes that God created one for each so that we may learn to be humbly dependant on each other and gentler towards the other's mistakes. Further, the very fact that one cannot claim to know another so completely and yet yearn for the other so wholly ... it takes a lifetime and more for one to even try to comprehend this world and its desire, its will to live and not just exist despite all the damnation carried out in the name of advancement and future. Yet, I see advancement is good is needed.
I told you, as I read your post I had the feeling you were pro animal *Grin*. If you were a wizard in Harry POtter you'd be close to Voldermort! LOL. Ok ok ok not accusing you. The pure blood. Or in other words ... purely animal or purely human ... Study of genetics has proof that there is no 'purity' in being pure. It is my opinion that 'pure' is selfish, self justification claim invented by people who cannot tolerate mistakes.
It is not true that there exists nothing pure. It is very much true that the most pure lives in the midst of the impure. If a combination of animal and human were to exist, in its heart you would find either the purest of animal or the purest of human ...
*I told you, its early morning for me, what I did not tell is that I think the clearest when I am refreshed and just awake from sleep, Grin*
:-)))))))))
ReplyDeleteLong time?
What a joy to read such perfection on a widely relaxed Friday morning!
# Just read the following sonnet by William Shakespeare, and see that your sonnet far surpasses his in the complex thoughts imbedded in every line, in the choice of terms, phrases and words (tear-tint-sighs, breathless scurries, festooned, 'Known-unknown hearts pilloried to anguish,
While cosset that love's flame that doesn't burn?'- a simple but lovely way of expressing that simplicity), in their beauty, in the overall fulfilment that a reader experiences...I can go on and on...
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Sonnet of William Shakespeare :
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
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# You are blessed in your incredible talent, Eroteme, and we too are, that are able to share such flares of your creative genius. As does an effulgent daybreak after a stormy night, these rare sheens of great inspiration make the quotidian dullness of life, bearable in the strength of its new light.
# Thank you!
Eroteme, this is incredibly beautiful.....loved it!
ReplyDeleteDear A,
ReplyDeleteGlad you liked the sonnet. I will reply to the rest of your comment in the related post's section.
Dear P,
Glad you liked. Shakespeare was indeed gifted and it would be inappropriate on my part to even compare his works with mine (which doesn't have a say on your venture into doing that ;-). I agree that not all of his sonnets are interesting though some are drops of pure gold from the Goddess' fingers. Thank you for your generous compliments... :-)
Dear AR,
Glad you liked it. Welcome to this blog. I couldn't get to see yours, though! :-)