Sonnet 116
Let me not to the divorce of failed love
apportion blame. Loss is less loss
when future dreams, today undreamed of
can be fashioned from the former dross.
O no; do not fixate on right and wrong
for each will be each in the great span of time.
A singer stops singing in the middle of the song
yet the melody survives. The verses still rhyme.
Love's not about forever, its time frame is now.
A passing to be grieved, and thus, to be passed.
Thriving best amid promise, it withers in vow
-- arriving bejewelled, in garments made to last.
If this be in error, and upon me charged,
May my heart become shrunken, my prostate enlarged.
© Ciprianowords, Inc. 2014
2 comments:
You are the only person I know who can write a perfectly sequenced Elizabethan sonnet, let alone compose it in reverse imitation of my favorite Shakespearean 116.
May your impediments be few.
Thank you for this nice comment, and for reading my poetry. And for realizing the allusion. And for the nice wishes vis a vis my impediments.
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