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Winds of Change
CYCLE IV: AIR
I’ve stood on steps of coliseums, erect,
Turned east to taste the cresting dawn’s assail.
I have in would-be king’s and shaman’s spect
Breathed air above my birth, behind the vale.
I’ve talked the shit and sung my songs 'fore stars
And drunks on fest’al stage and backroad dive.
My nose has known both rose and comely spars,
The scents of flower’s sex and lovers’ strive.
Yet no perfume, though it’s divinely found,
Nor scent that has increased my wanton girths,
Affects me as her voice with words profound,
That whisper-shouts my heart’s desires in verse.
For poet and her poet’s way arrange,
Bring song and love upon these winds of change.
April 30 - NaPoWriMo 2017
I’ve stood on steps of coliseums, erect,
Turned east to taste the cresting dawn’s assail.
I have in would-be king’s and shaman’s spect
Breathed air above my birth, behind the vale.
I’ve talked the shit and sung my songs 'fore stars
And drunks on fest’al stage and backroad dive.
My nose has known both rose and comely spars,
The scents of flower’s sex and lovers’ strive.
Yet no perfume, though it’s divinely found,
Nor scent that has increased my wanton girths,
Affects me as her voice with words profound,
That whisper-shouts my heart’s desires in verse.
For poet and her poet’s way arrange,
Bring song and love upon these winds of change.
April 30 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 30th Apr 2017
| Edited 1st May 2017
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30th Apr 2017 3:36pm
30th Apr 2017 11:56pm
Hi ?Geoff?, I have enjoyed reading your sonnets during the NaPoWriMo month; they always seem to have a nice lilting flow to them, making them pleasurable to read - and full of creative approaches to the subject matter (this one no exception). Congrats on making it to the end, and thank you for the gift. Josh
