Love Sonnet VIII

Love Sonnet VIII

 

 

It was the time

when Death came as colors,

red, orange, and yellow,

and your smile entered my life.

 

The red in your hair

flew in the cool breeze,

painting your breath

with seasonal anticipation

 

that moves shadows

toward ill-fated mysteries

and the sorrow of reasons.

 

Autumn breathes in Death,

the way you took your

red hair away from my bed.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone 9.23.2024

Author's Note

....thanks for reading

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Beautiful seasonal/love metaphor. Nature is so beautiful before she sleeps. Fine, fine penning, Curt:)

[redzone]

Hi Pryde!! Thanks for your comment. You are way too kind. Hope your holiday has been special and hope you and your loved ones will have a very Happy New Year!
-Curt

[Pryde Foltz]

Thank you so much, Curt. Wishing you the same and more:)

[h d e rushin]

"Nor for you
for one alone, blossoms and
branches green to coffins all I
bring. For fresh as the morning
thus would I chant a song for you
O sane and sacred death".

Walt Whitman wrote that in 1865/ "When Lilac's Last in The Dooryard Bloom". And can you imagine, it was very controversial? Although he was writing about the death of Abe Lincoln, he was the first poet to write about 'Love" explained as a phenomena of human culture; the kind of love:
"That moves shadows
towards ill-fated mysteries
and the sorrow of reasons."
What a wonderful passage. Whitman would be so proud. dana.

[redzone]

I don't know Dana, but I think we humans have always had a fascination with Death, Love and Death, partners in almost every human culture. Perhaps it's due to we are conscious of our deaths even before we die. Or, celebrate it in many ways, from burial rituals to poems relating Death to love. Not to also mention Vampires and Zombies. Do vampires love?? They do according to Brams Stroker and Ann Rice. But it's a perverse kind of love. Anyway....

Dana, how can I thank you for this generous review/comment? And to point to the passage that I wrote spontaneously and worried that it would confuse the reader. But then, there is you Dana, a poet who delves into words and feels where they are leading you and appreciating the journey. Not sure about Walt Whitman being proud, that you found it wonderful is even better!!

[Sami Khalil]

A poem to die for. To the point of death, love brings you a marvelous encounter, an exploreration of its slow death as in the shadows 's of seasons' change.
You are becoming like Neruda sir.

[redzone]

You are too kind, Sami. Thank you for such high praise on this poem. Neruda is a favorite poet and has influenced my poetry, especially these sonnets. He wrote 100 Love Sonnets. I am now up to 9 and a long way to go. If you ever get the chance to read Neruda's poetry, may I suggest you read them in Spanish. Even if you do not know the language, hearing the sounds of the word either out loud or in your mind, well, they are even more beautiful than the translations.

Thank you so much for reading and enjoying this sonnet, Sami!!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow! You are welcome sir Redzone.