One last poem for today. This is another one of my sonnets, and a very obscure one. I wonder whether anyone could possibly figure out, without being told, that when I wrote this I was thinking about a rapturously beautiful sunset - a real treat from God!
New-penny-lustre sinks into its slot,
Handcranked by the Almighty’s infant thumbs;
Rock-candy brilliance speckles heav’n, and fought
By sudden fear of coin-forget, night comes.
To suck on astral sugardrops would sweet
And naughty be, unshod of gravity’s
Pajama-slipper down; but so to cheat
Would find me thrown on dawn’s loose-belted knees.
Or should the next allowance not be found,
Will I unsated drool through glass until
My envy quenches out, or rather bound
Unfettered of my mind, and so have fill?
I’ll float perhaps to touch the apogee,
And never heed the morning’s reveille.
IMAGE: Lebensstufen (Times of Life) by C. D. Friedrich. From Art Resource.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
For Penny Candy
Posted by RobbieFish at 6:36 PM
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