One More Sonnet

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  • Happy New Year

    Happy New Year

    Standing on the other side of last year.
    I’m yet to move, or even lightly tread
    upon the surface of a new frontier;
    I’m yet to commit to the days ahead.
    I’m debating the size of the first stride,
    contemplating its gravity, its weight
    and direction. I am yet to decide
    upon its meaning – and there’s the debate;
    there’s the question, that has me standing still:
    am I to leap forward without reserve,
    throw caution to the wind, let milk spill,
    and in its flow, let go this timid nerve?
    . The first step is steeped with expectation,
    . bound to itself – gripped with hesitation.

    © Tim Grace, 1 January 2012

    To the reader: Happy New Year – reassurance really – in the face of hesitant acceptance. We charge our glasses, count down the seconds and gaze skyward; fireworks outshine the brightest constellations – a new year is born! As decreed, it’s with resolve we all step forth, each with our own bundle of wishes and aspirations for the coming year. But old habits die hard… too soon this fresh stride becomes last year’s steady gait; and the stroll through life continues its wanderous way!

    To the poet: Playing with words is the joy of poetry. Interlocking syntax and semantics. Wrestling word against word, phrase against phrase until a truesful fit is found; one surrenders its meaning the other its virtue; tension and abeyance ever present. The fight can be brutal (not brittle) always honest; best of all bloody and bruising. A good poem reflects the good fight; nothing comes easy so it’s best we enjoy the struggle.

     

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  • Brides of March

    Brides of March

    Along with all the brides of March
    It’s here her vows were made.
    Underneath the wedding arch
    Umbrellaed in the shade.
    He walked beside her gown of lace
    It shimmered in the sun.
    Fair of face, and full of grace,
    Her single thread was spun.
    From he to he, she gave her heart
    In spirit and in kind,
    He met her eyes in whole and part
    From here the two entwined.
    . ‘Love is all you need’ to keep the fire aglow,
    . ‘All you need is love’ is all you need to know.

    © Tim Grace, 25 March 2010

     

    To the reader: In the temperate zone of the southern hemisphere March is a beautiful month. It’s free from the extremes of Summer and ripe with the fruits of harvest. All told, an ideal month for marriage. Blue skies and the final blush of Summer create an ideal setting. The moderate nature of this time of year extends to its generous retreat from the forefront of celebrations. As a beautiful backdrop it allows the bridal party to shine … and together they glow.

    To the poet: The personalization of a sonnet limits its reach and compromises the poet’s observer status. She, the bride and daughter, transfers her commitment from him to he beneath a wedding arch in March; and love will see them through. Throughout the poem I have made references that those who experienced the wedding first-hand will recognize; but like the “in joke” these shouldn’t limit the sonnet’s more universal understanding.

     

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