Sonnet # 3

Ruth laid down upon Boaz' naked feet
Offering herself to his redeeming hold
Boaz, thoughtful man, spoke without deceit
To embrace her honor and pursue her bold

Myself I find on the threshing floor
Debt'd to the man whose grain I partake.
At his bared feet I lay - aware the door
I was not bid to enter - his choice to make.

Perfumed, my skin well oiled, my head bare
My heart, my honor is tethered to the threshing
Floor, downcast. He continues in his repose.

Trembling and afraid I've misread his care,
His choice must not be swayed by my wishing,
To his pen I concede my verse to compose.

a poem pretending to be written about spring

The sky is painted in gray swashes of light
Today. How I long for the spring.
I gaze into the sky smiling,
The warm air caresses my cheek.

I smelled you yesterday;
A hint of what’s to come.
But how soon shall you come,
And how long must I wait?

I pretend to understand time,
My cryptic thoughts elude me.
My passions, my fears come rushing up
And I smile in sweet contentment.

The soil smells of daffodils,
The turned up lawn is full of the scent.
I gaze across time, bracing for the cold,
Looking towards the blossoms.

Sonnet # 2

I see you in a frame of silver on lace,
Your face immortalized in smiling beauty.
Sunlight streams through my window clouding your face,
my eyes strain; a practice of futility.

My appetite has left me, I cannot Be,
There is no joy in your absence and I wait
For a glance, a word from you to stay me;
The strength of my longing has made me faint.

If you could but despise me I could cope,
My mind would rationalize my heart's pain.
But I am tortured in unrelenting hope
And am left alone in sickness and in shame.

Come to me and gather me in your arms;
My heart and soul surrendered to your charms.

All Things Fall Once Through Their Rise

sometimes a dip in the graph,
sometimes falling off the plane
the golden leaf, the gilded berry, the soaring dove,
myself. my slope quavers in the wind with each additional variable.
heartbeat irregular and staggered
hidden behind a smile and a nod
Is there none to monitor, to track my course
through life? I wait, awake, for the final fall, for eternal tone.