Birthday Sonnet

poem by: Geoffrey Brewer
Written on Oct 18, 2016

A BIRTHDAY SONNET

Prologue
From distant land of latex tin and Palm
With questing spirit 'cross the world she came
And met with one resigned to settled calm
Then turned my life to never be the same

Sonnet
My love's not passive, shy and free of strife
Nor are her eyes soft deep and limpid pools
No, in those orbs there burns the fire of life
Of value more than any precious jewels
No perfect features hers as of a dream
Nor model's swaying steps along chalk line
With youthful body and a fresh faced mien
She walks with purpose and arrives on time
Soft words are not her currency of choice
No Mary she to wash my feet with tears
Sharp wit and humour exercise her voice
And fed my  soul and body throughout the years
Though thorny words may cause my ears to smart
Above it all she always has my heart

 

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commented:
Beautiful! Nothing greater in this world than seeing one's object of affection through the eyes of love. And, to keep things real, the last 2 lines are really good; she's not perfect, but it doesn't matter because she has stolen your heart regardless. Nice read.
Geoffrey Brewer commented:
Thank you Michael. I appreciate you response.
Cecilia Crasto commented:
That is so romantic, beauty is but a fleeting thing, we have to look beyond that...lovely poem.
Richard Pinero commented:
Nice
Richard Pinero commented:
Nice
Maria Williams commented:
Beautiful poem
Wendy Phelan commented:
Wow Geoffrey, this poem took me to a spiritual place of great love, her eyes soft deep limpid pools.. beautifully written.
Roxanne Dubarry commented:
You have dedicated your Birthday Sonnet to your lady love, and your lady fair. She is worthy of your heart, and your love!
Robert Kohlhammer commented:
I am just discovering the sonnet form. This sonnet is well written in content and form.
Christopher Russon commented:
Such a well written poem Geoffrey.

 

 

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