Transcendental Sonnet #808:
Should Poetry Offend
I wasted a couple of sonnets worth
Of life doing what I have done since birth
On this day sad to say have been made tense
By those who think poetry is "nonsense"
I would have so much more now to show you
Had I been but left in peace to grow you
Those sonnets of my fancy undisturbed
Instead of being bothered and perturbed
Perhaps I can make up for lost time now
And write about how I love you somehow
Forgetting those who do not love nor see
The tongue of love is this our poetry
Should poetry offend then let it be
Defending the offense that it be me
*~ ( + ) ~*
+Steven Curtis Lance
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| QUOTE (+Steven Curtis Lance @ Jul 23, 06:26 AM) |
| Perhaps I can make up for lost time now And write about how I love you somehow Forgetting those who do not love nor see The tongue of love is this our poetry |
Dear Steven....
You know much I LOVE your poetry....
I actually NEED to read your poem to get thru the day....
You can always make me feel so much better,you know?
AND...I also know that there are many people here on the site;members and guests,reading and APPRECIATING your work(and appreciating YOU.)
You are a wonderful poet.
~I Love you
*Liebesgewitter*
Helles Glitzern, bunter Regen,
Sonnenflut mit voller Wärme,
Frühlingsduft auf Sommerwegen,
Rosenknospen, wunder Kerne.
Blaue Blumen an den Hängen,
wenn der Tag zu Ende neigt,
wo jene Schatten mich auch drängen,
und die Nacht die Dunkelheiten zeigt.
So wirkungsvoll, einziges Verlangen,
das hier und da von Liebe spricht,
ist wie ein Schmetterling auf Gottes Wangen,
ist es meiner, oder ist er’s nicht?
Regenbogen wandern mutig weiter,
sanft in Rot in Blau in Grün und Gelb,
blicken Engel wie die Himmelsreiter,
still herab auf diesen kleinen Held.
Und ist der Schlaf auch unvermeidlich,
tausend Lächeln hat mein Traum,
deine Augen, deine Lippen, unbegreiflich,
wage kaum dich auch nur anzuschaun’.
So sitz ich hier und frage mich,
im bunten Glitzern, bunter Glitter,
ist ein Leben ohne dich…
… leblos …
… lieblos …
… harmlos wie ein Sturm ohne Gewitter.
Silke (Lance
)
Dearest Silkchen, this poem *Liebesgewitter* is SO beautiful!
Thank you so much for such a glorious gift!
I love you more every moment.
*SKWN*
Thank you so much for such a glorious gift!
I love you more every moment.
*SKWN*
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