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Occasional Poetry - 27. Sailing and in the Garden
em>Two sonnets for the end of May. I made all the errors herein. Thank you for reading.
Sailing
I sail a barque upon a sea of lies,
a placid swell, inimitably blue,
reflecting vividly the sunny skies
obscuring lethal secrets from your view.
You cannot see them, eyes cannot espy
the monsters swimming silent in the deep,
nor chart nor map on which you can rely
to steer you clear of reef or lee shore steep.
And yet you venture forth upon the wave,
and risk the hazards of the murky dark;
perchance my foolish soul you think to save,
make truth the shore where I must disembark.
But first you'll have to board me, and compel
the heart which sails the seas it knows so well.
In the Garden
A blossom spent and browned, all gone to seed,
is like unto a binding promise made;
and yet that pledge cannot be guaranteed,
nor even if or when or how repaid.
A thousand hazards might commitment void,
a greedy jay might take it for a snack,
perchance the seed is by a storm annoyed,
to fall on barren soil upon the track.
What promise can my withered life extend
to brighter, blooming youth whom I may know;
this wrinkled pod, its season's at an end,
and yet I pray the chance in them to grow.
And there is none like you the world around;
discovered in your soul my fertile ground.
em>A comment would be mighty fine, a rant would not be out of line.
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