Love Sonnet XXVII

....oh those crashing waves

Love Sonnet XXVII

 

 

In the time of Neruda, he spoke

of La Isla Negra, where

sand got into everything, and

a coconut breeze scented your

 

hair. I walked these sands,

hand in hand with you as we

laughed at receding waves

and Terns running helter-

 

skelter everywhere, awking at

our intrusion. But, their language,

while loud and filled with

 

anger, was no match for

the clash of waves, dashing

our love on those rocky shores.

 

Aztec Warrior / redzone 12.30.2024

Author's Note

....thanks for reading. Sometimes the music is the prequel...

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

I pictures two lovers walking along a beach as the waves crash on shore disintegrating the world and its noise

[Sami Khalil]

How did I miss this beautiful poem with its scenes filmed in the poet's mind on
LA Isla Negra.
You are a fascinating poet with lots of imaginations.
I like to live in Neruda's place and enjoy the scenery and poetry.

[redzone]

There is a collection of Neruda's poems in a book called Isla Negra. And as was written by the translator/author of this collection wrote, "Neruda was many poets..." I found this to be very true about Neruda. These Sonnets I hope, are a fitting expression of one of these "poets".

Thank you Sami, for your very warm and much appreciated comment, even more so since you are an exceptional poet.
-Curt

[Sami Khalil]

You too. You are welcome Redzone
Nevada of the North