October Poems 2024 >> though oft i un-fête her tight bonds

A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
 
October 14
though oft i un-fête her tight bonds
a Wedding Anniversary Poem for Odessa
 
my wife is a treasure;
my life gains sheer measure
from latitude bound in her breast.
both morning and night time
regaling my flight time,
she ferries my soul to the crest
 
of treacherous mountains,
past lecherous dead-ends
contending to chagrin my joy.
her sweet, gentle spirit
has healing balm in it,
whose steadfast supplies never cloy.
 
when moments are thorny
she sifts all the horny
discomfiture out of the mix,
and settles our troubles
with grace that redoubles
to bring disenchantment to nix,
 
the dream that she dreams of
the schemes that i scheme oft
in apposite concourse bear fruit;
although, being tender
means not her surrender
of intellect deftly astute.
 
my rhyme and my reason
in randomised season,
she gets every puzzle piece right.
how can i forget her,
though oft i un-fête her
tight bonds making love our delight?
 
© Copyright 2024 October 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫