Reflections: Valentine’s Day

 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAPart I

they say that love is peace
the bliss of kisses, a release
yet when my rationality awakes,
I wonder at the price I pay:
a chain – a leash – a bond
around my soul it has become!
the silvery thorn that’s embedded here,
a sliver of you, inside my heart.
alas, empty would be my life without
our lover’s battle,  our daily bouts,
as we put together what was once two
into a being that’s now me and you.

Part II

is it odd that I would seek serenity,
am I less in love with you?
am I a traitor, a deserter?
love wills out Oh Beauty’s servant,
butterfly qualities are part of you.
I,  but a single flower look on and sigh,
as others in the garden call to you,
they seek you out, with endless siren songs!
that cupid, who would pull you away,
my enemy, now, so I fight your nature!
behold!  I’m the anchor and you the ship
come now, pull into this gentle port
give up the Odyssey, lay down your sword
grey haired Ulysses, at last stay home.

I read A Sonnet for Valentine’s Day yesterday and thought I’d write a brief poetic comment…the more I wrote trying to hook back to the original poem and the more articulated and complicated it became taking on a life of it’s own…so I decided to post it here.

6 thoughts on “Reflections: Valentine’s Day

  1. Well, I’m glad it took you here, Georgia. This is just lovely! It took a life of its own..love this:
    .behold! I’m the anchor and you the ship
    come now, pull into this gentle port
    give up the Odyssey, lay down your sword
    grey haired Ulysses, at last stay home.

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