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matrilWell, I've been kind of wanting to write something all month, since April's National Poetry Month and all, but my poetry talents are kind of middling. Nevertheless, I finally sat down and carved out a sonnet. So here it is.
What now? We live or perish by this kiss?
Should Time be halted at the catching breath?
Should such a burden weigh on lovers’ trysts
That Love holds power unto life or death?
Oh no, harsh Reason answers with disdain –
The same heart beats in lovers loved or spurned.
The earth revolves regardless of our pains;
All passion fades at last, bright though it burned.
And yet, and yet – I feel the quick’ning flush
To stand thus poised ‘tween triumph and despair –
Bid blaring Reason, for this moment, “Hush!”
If life is more than this, I do not care.
We kiss. Still spinning neatly in its range,
The world knows not, yet is forever changed.
What now? We live or perish by this kiss?
Should Time be halted at the catching breath?
Should such a burden weigh on lovers’ trysts
That Love holds power unto life or death?
Oh no, harsh Reason answers with disdain –
The same heart beats in lovers loved or spurned.
The earth revolves regardless of our pains;
All passion fades at last, bright though it burned.
And yet, and yet – I feel the quick’ning flush
To stand thus poised ‘tween triumph and despair –
Bid blaring Reason, for this moment, “Hush!”
If life is more than this, I do not care.
We kiss. Still spinning neatly in its range,
The world knows not, yet is forever changed.
