Tuesday, June 11, 2024

old poem

 A Reply To Sonnet 65

 

I know it’s been noted before how nothing--

not metal, not stone, not even the seas--

hold their own against this globe’s contract with time.

 

And I know the poet’s love has come and gone for centuries,

only to now shine for you and me--you the muse,

me the lover who delights in and burns for who you are,

inspiration of inked pages true.

 

And I know it’s been noted before

that poetry may be nothing but

a facet of adolescence,

nothing but words

next to none care to know.

 

But I defy that, I forswear it; I renounce it all

and will bring it to its knees with me,

holding close that which still lives

for you.


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