Dec 31, 2016 | Aging, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
Youth gone, and beauty gone if ever there Dwelt beauty in so poor a face as this; Youth gone and beauty, what remains of bliss? I will not bind fresh roses in my hair, To shame a cheek at best but little fair,– Leave youth his roses, who can bear a thorn,–...
Nov 3, 2016 | Aging, Quatrains, Rubaiyat, The Work of Greater Minds
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. […] With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there...
Sep 22, 2016 | Aging, Italian Sonnet, Love, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Winter
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For...
Jul 1, 2016 | Aging, Erotic, Gus Stevens, Love, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
The bargain wine and complimented treats were finished hours ago: the hotel’s gift for our tenth anniversary. Now, as we shift our bodies beneath borrowed cotton sheets, could there be a better time to rehearse the old arguments, those familiar friends? Our...
Mar 9, 2016 | Aging, Judah Ivy, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
What fell mystery is aging? Some dread erosion to bone and skin The bios inward slows its raging And soil joins to elder kin. Is this some awful tragedy, Some invasive species from without? Our cells do their work with apathy Like old men suffering from gout. Yet time...
Feb 12, 2014 | Aging, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
Since there is no escape, since at the end My body will be utterly destroyed, This hand I love as I have loved a friend, This body I tended, wept with and enjoyed; Since there is no escape even for me Who love life with a love too sharp to bear: The scent of orchards...
