Loves lost anew

To know the way and yet be blocked
From heights where even fey not trod
To depths below the vast of sea
And corners dull with age agree.

Thus onward press the love in time
To hear with tender verse or rhyme
Her chest a snowy softness new
And wings that gold be jealous too.

Why is she daft to make a stride
On hoofs of amber, legs to ride
Yet forward till the ides of time
Break down the wayward youth and prime.

The mind not clear nor thoughts renew
This age old test of sullied youth
She is the maiden fair of form
And ponders his such manly form.

She thinks of wonder and of pride
That ended love so dear astride
She prances on with lowly hide
To sing the sonnet beware inside.

But soon the old and rusty pitch
Will form and take her neath the ditch
To depths below and songs of old
Shall quiet her deep longing throat.

At the bar

The place it's packed from chair to chair
My makeup check, all perfect there.
I sip and wait to see if then
I'll get a look but who, and when
the place, the men, my heart goes fast
Is that a look, a glance, a pass?
It is, he's cute, but will he ask?
Finger quick to hair pull back.
I chance a look, a smile comes by.
IT IS, he's looking this way that.
oh, cute, he has that wavy hair
Those hands,oh my, what a pair.
I look away lest too much chance
and sip again and calm my stance
Am I too forward looking there?
Will he ask; Oh I'd love this dance.
Was that a smile, I could not tell.
The look, I've seen it, know that glance
Oh please, must I just open fast?
I'll mess it up, I'll miss this chance.
To see if he will drop his mask
and open up to me no ask.
He's looking away, I'm not the one.
He doesn't think me good or fun.
I'll never get the question now.
A sip, a gulp, oh crap...no fun.


- Trish 2014

Spring songs

Fingers tap upon the pane
Pat, pat, pitter, and pat sustain
The mind it glows to hear the song
The wind it tosses drops around
This sudden calm of summer rain
As cool a drink the flowers gain
Oh, sun is this your risk or bain
To be chased off, by clouds maintain
But soon, the shafts of sunlight play
Over corner, brush, or roof top long
To cover all, to dry the throng
And once again the leaves in song
Dance this way that, as if they long
Do reach the fall and be set free
In flight of fancy about my knee
I stop and watch the sun lit trees
And wonder what their sonnet be.


- Trish 2014