Evan Shaw
09-21-2013, 08:05 PM
Maple sap dripped, in misty morning distance
Holding back these words that admit the better one
I caress aside,-- and see where all churning begun
Her hints contained t'will outlast existence.
As tree rings trace subtle resistance, springs pour'd beneath
Language produced no utterance, and nothing passed
For insignificance,-- that hue, a portion kept from you
Slowly grew to reveal this deeper image anew.
As if a calligraphy pen could capture all the styles
Like the seashore away from a lighthouse some
What I would do to evaporate the miles
For you, for you, the torrent has come
Time spent in Nature oh do I adore
My heart will you help restore?
(not intended as a Shakespearean sonnet, more like a Sidney one)
Holding back these words that admit the better one
I caress aside,-- and see where all churning begun
Her hints contained t'will outlast existence.
As tree rings trace subtle resistance, springs pour'd beneath
Language produced no utterance, and nothing passed
For insignificance,-- that hue, a portion kept from you
Slowly grew to reveal this deeper image anew.
As if a calligraphy pen could capture all the styles
Like the seashore away from a lighthouse some
What I would do to evaporate the miles
For you, for you, the torrent has come
Time spent in Nature oh do I adore
My heart will you help restore?
(not intended as a Shakespearean sonnet, more like a Sidney one)