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In friendly crowds mine eyes will look to see
Thy glowing glory-flecting face again
And passing by thy dwellingʼs hallowed lane
They rise, against my will, in hope of thee.
At night their lucent gates are shut in vain
For then they chase thine image – being more free –
Down well-trod paths of painful memory
When, striving with such thoughts, willʼs power doth wane.
By day, if watchful prudence groweth lax,
Theyʼll guess if distance or the parallax
Between their orb and thy dear self doth wax.
And though rebuked by reasonʼs prudent sense,
They, like school boys, nod and make pretence
And promise insincere to make amends.

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If only I could read those looks and smiles
As well as printed letters black and white,
Id cease to ask if wishful heart beguiles,
Or senseless eyes did read your gist aright.
But now your written words less clearer seem
And leave me floundring even more in doubt,
Like soldier pondring dark and shrouded dream
Before the battles din and roaring shout.
Uncertain dusk retreats before the dawn,
When deeds are done and faith no longer gropes
But sees. Or else the doomed lie down forlorn
Still far away from all their dreams and hopes.
—-No time to wonder, doubt or guess – my night
—-Is rapidly dissolving in your light.

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To what shall I compare the one I love?
To daisy fresh or gentle summer days?
To fleeing hart or truest turtle dove?
Or any quaint and well worn poetʼs phrase
That comes not ever near her essence pure,
Who daily fills my thougts and dreams by night.
Yea love, what pen-wrought image could endure
Beside thy truth and beautyʼs love-born light?
No craftsmanʼs handiwork – be it e’er so close
Could ever satisfy with artful cheats
This loverʼs longing eye and heart morose,
That yearning for thy presence beats.
~~~~There is but one whose work I cannot fault –
~~~~His workshop lies above the heavensʼ vault.

chaucer

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Wintersonnet

The biting wind has made my ears go numb.
No sound escapes from Winter’s freezing spell
which makes the country silent, grey and dumb.
Behind the weathered, leafless oaks a dell
I’m heading for to ‘scape the silent cold.
The dale dips down below the fields now bare,
where beech trees stand around since days of old.
They’re gnarled and bent as if in silent prayer,
reminding me to ask not hills for help,
but cry out desperately to God
to rescue me from Winter’s aches and chills,
his healing hands to hold this heart down trod’.
And when I looked again, Winter’d withdrawn,
God’s joyful Spring arrived with blessèd dawn.
 
tree-winter

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Love is blind

Your breath is like the dewy morning air
its clear and cooling scent invites sojourn
Your body smells of nectar sweet and rare
brought by the winged messenger of dawn
Your velvet skin forbids all but caresses
though soft to touch ’tis not too thin nor thick
Your supple smooth and vibrant hair in tresses
oft smells of orchard fruit when ripe to pick
Your voice a polyphonic tingling brings my ear;
the way of friendship you with kind words pave
Your singing sways all nature gathered here
to hear your glorious undulating wave
To miss your beauty, loving ways and kindness
all other men’s affliction must be blindness
 
 

This poem was an experiment in writing a petrarchan sonnet with auditory, tactile and olfactory blazon (instead of the typically visual style often found in descriptions of women in love poetry)

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