Sonnet X

Sonnet X

(A Birthday Sonnet)

One hundred forty-first day of the year;

Unaware the world in its randomness,

Born a soul to my heart would be dear

For all her genuine light and genius. 

Though years ahead is she of my becoming,

What fortune have I received to find her!

You whose presence wonder and happiness brings

To me and all whose love for you I share. 

May this revolution bring your desires,

And in this lifetime your dreams in waking. 

May you come out a gem in life’s fires;

Your beloved stay in your safekeeping. 

  ‘Tis a day to celebrate of all days

  For the world has been made a better place.

Sonnet VI

Then came the day I decided I would

Stop writing of drunken love and passions;

Then came the day I learned that I could

Trade the high of infatuation

For a union of the placid kind

Not the brief intense turbulent affair,

Not the addiction of the frantic mind

But a lasting connection that dares

Let go of such a chase life-derailing

And choose content in love’s sweet silence

Over that which burns in flames but passing

For there is better joy in its absence.

    So do I throw my foolish fancies away

    And set my heart to see that fateful day. 

Sonnet VI

March 23, 2021

I’m writing this as my sixth sonnet because I decided to scrap some of the earlier ones. I’m allowed to do that, right? Anyway, it’s my body of work so I guess I can.