CACACACOOKIE has told me in no uncertain terms that I ought to write less. She opines that this would somehow free up space for others, making it possible for them to write. That is to say that I am preventing all sorts of poetry by writing my own; were I only to shut up, all sorts of poems would be born!

Therefore, I post this sonnet now in direct defiance of CACACACOOKIE; I do hope she won't mind too much, and I do hope I can get away with it, as it's for my wife, and for my next book:

Transcendental Sonnet #721:
Seven Couplets About One Couple

Beautiful young woman hurt and sick and sad
Not-bad-looking middle-aged man if half-mad
Somehow connecting across all time and space
Together forever in amazing grace

I am that man and I only want to be
As close to you as possible just to see
You happy at last fulfilled filled full of joy
Although I could father you to be your boy

To be the one you love and to always be
A part of you as you are a part of me
To give you these couplets this sonnet this line
And thousands of others for this heart of mine
Has belonged to you since you first spoke to me
Dearest darling daughter of my destiny

*~ ( + ) ~*

+Steven Curtis Lance

Copyright MMIV Silke LLC

Note: Space is unlimited here on our poetry board. If CACACACOOKIE could think up a thousand poems, as I have, she could certainly post them here. Indeed, she could write a book as I have. As they say there in Oklahoma, where she is, "it's a free country." While this seems to be no longer true, the fact remains that space is unlimited here on our poetry board.