After a July break we are back to writing over at dversepoets.com and we are writing sonnets today.
Summer Nights
In this burning summer of new love unfolding,
I watch you waist deep in water cobalt blue
Swimming, you wrap coconut oiled arms around me
We hide behind tall rocks and kiss.
Across the sky you will fly, and I could die
missing you, just days away from fall leaves turning.
Wet, damp sand i my hair smothers your face
Ocean foam ripples down my spine
It isn't fair clouds move more rapidly on our beachwalk
Remembering smokey warm summer nights
I'll find you in my dreams of yesterday
The light in my eyes will never reach you
when you leave me sitting here on a driftwood log
Thoughts of your lemony kisses hang in mid air
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"Thoughts of your lemon drop kisses hang in mid air" Ah, the sour-sweet memories will live.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debi.
DeleteLove the poignant note with such beautiful imagery...'driftwood log' & 'lemon drop kisses' capture my heart....
ReplyDeleteI'm glad, Sumana.
DeleteSo much to like here--an incredible love sonnet top to bottom--rife with passion, spiced with sadness--your younger self. or protagonist, the beauty, the vision we men always hoped to encounter. It somehow captures a summer of love like a chronicle of both sensuality and temporal contentment; a sterling poetic as you reinvigorate your muses.
ReplyDeleteI do love the sweetness of the memories and so much to sense in those lemon drops... a beautiful sonnet.
ReplyDeleteI like the nostalgia of the parting in the end ~ Lemon drops kisses are sweet ~
ReplyDeleteThat last line is a killer.... beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteBittersweet...the lemon drop kisses. A lovely sonnet indeed. Beauty in every line.
ReplyDeleteSo gorgeously romantic.I particularly love the lemon drop kisses.
ReplyDeleteI really like that first stanza with it's strong opening line and clear imagery, it's a good setup for the rest of the sonnet. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteThis leaves me feeling wistful about fleeting moments with her and what could have been. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletebeautiful celebration of love.
ReplyDeleteThere is sadness in finding someone in yesterday's dreams.
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