Love Sonnet

This poem slipped on the muddy bank
and plunged into icy water, shock of

unimagined depth, involuntary gasp
and bob-up and size-up and sweep-

down; this is how it feels to be caught
in the current, wave-trains, hay-stacks,

hydraulics, big drops, the exhilaration
of gravity and flow and the struggle

to keep your head up, to keep your head;
horizon line, falling, smashing on rocks.

Love gathers in high places, flows ever
downstream, tumbles, joins and settles,

or vaporizes, no longer a river, only mist;
and you on the bank, long-necked bird.


About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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4 Responses to Love Sonnet

  1. Heartafire says:

    wonderful finale!

  2. wolfsrosebud says:

    love those opening lines

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