Sonnet

Finding Freedom [sonnet]

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You said that you always feel safe with me;
I wish that I could feel the same with you.
Of course we want each other to be free;
but what of all the crazy things you do?

For freedom in relationship to work,
it needs a firm foundation based on trust.
“Freedom to” is often the road to hurt;
but “freedom from” will keep us free from dust.

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Velvet Tide [sonnet]

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I thought it would be you beneath that stone
but when I turned it over it was me!
The only state that I have ever known:
Both drawn to and fazed by intimacy.

Everyman’s dilemma, a paradox
defined, is how to be absorbed in her
in body, heart and mind (with flowing locks)
while also defending his barrier.

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Your Smile [sonnet]

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If I had tried to classify your smile,
I soon would in deep water have been found.
I gaped with gleeful gasps just like a child
as in your lightsome lovethrob I was drowned.

No smile has ever carried me away,
or taken me to places yet unknown;
but in the careful candlelight’s decay,
by yours my cautious heart was overthrown.

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The Upper Hand [sonnet]

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I think I see now how the story goes
each time you’re faced with danger in a man.
For danger in your love scenarios
means giving from your heart more than you can.

The time I saw the writing on the wall –
the golden clue to everything you touch –
was when you said these words (you might recall):
“Your company I will enjoy too much”.

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Uncandescence [new sonnet/poem]

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I lie in bed and scan the jet-black sky
For light which I can make my lone way by.
The billion stars which strew the galaxy
(Although so lightful that together they

Could send a blinding flash around my feet)
Are but pinpricks giving off rays too weak
To illuminate my stumbling weary
Fumbling bleary-eyed grudging undersleep.

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Meditation on Midnight (2010/2011) [sonnet]

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With heaps of darkened ashes stretched behind,
[Like dusty shrouds with traces (twisted time)
Of shameful things as well as the sublime
Of all the kindly deeds (and not so kind)]

The fading moments take their deathly toll;
While scythe-like shadows hover round the bell
The last remaining shudder sounds the knell.
(See the coffin decked in bright burnished gold).

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Flotsam Jetsam [sonnet]

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Appearing like the dawning of a day,
She slowly made her light shine in my soul.
Exploding like the sun’s horizon play,
While diamond facet glistening glows unfold.

Now mesmerised by all the shades I see
Or feel inside; and torn apart by grey
And empty prisms swathed in filigree,
My golden splash of glare becomes dismay.

When moonly tides turn waters into foam,
I feel my full desires begin to drown.
My passion waxed and waned (no more to roam);
All light delights and gleams you now confound.

The maiden of illusion fades once more
While I am all washed up on distant shores

 

© 2010, Alan Morrison

This is not Love [sonnet]

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There is something more than love which makes mere love seem plain. Here is a sonnet from my heart which will these things explain…

This is not love; it is some other thing
More wonderful and more than twice as wide.
Compared to this, love is the underling
And any shrill complaints unjustified.

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My Love She Loves to Fish [sonnet]

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My love she has a way of drawing things
From me like a fisherman pulls his fish
From the icy waters (sirens will sing).
Then to be served up on a golden dish.

Her delicate fingers circle the reel;
Winding the bait through the length of the line.
Turning and ratcheting all that I feel;
Sending it hurtling through air (serpentine).

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The Shadow [sonnet]

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Here’s a sonnet I wrote to a lover 27 years ago. (Just click on the title below). I was so foolish in those days. Nothing much has changed…

Sometimes I feel your sunlight move away;
I fade and I grow cold and lifeless leaves
On limbs outstretched; in darkened skies there grieves
A dying tree for fields in which we lay.

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