[writing] attempting poetry: #1

[mlina]

Posting this in order to confront a personal demon.

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It is morning in the garden when I spy
a hand upon the rail: the sun on your wrist
warm as though to coax a rose to bloom; a kiss
so brief it prompts even silence to yield a sigh.

In shade I watch, ready with verse that I
might please my lord Hades; render true, this,
which those below seek, want and reminisce
in the cold finality of absent day and night.

I will sing of this day when you are queen.
I will weep as others do at your yearly departure;
watch seasons shift and struggle: Winter loathe

to see promises of Spring turn ripe in Summer
for you are all these - brilliant and breathing,
the pulse of life in every beautiful thing.

-- part of Sonnets for Arianna