A Trio of Sonnets

Sonnet to puzzlement And there I look, eager mind ready to offer a polite Salutation; hopeful introduction to eventual Happiness. That first hello, shyly voiced, a certain questioning In its intonation, the rising ending signalling hope. I wonder why? Why is there this urge to approach, And dance the eternal dance. Whence comes This foolish optimism, that there is someone, Somewhere, who like-minded fits the Straitjacket of wit, physique and pheromones? The Bard protests he will not to the marriage Of true minds admit impediment; yet he does Not offer the magic formula of finding one Whom tempests do not sway. Sonnet to incompleteness Love is not love when fragmentation of the eternal Triad is apparent on second, or third, inspection. A pleasing face, trim bodied, with sharp mind, Challenging thoughts and confronting conversation, So exciting. But there is no spark, no panting Desire to bed, or wed, to forget the mundane chores Of life in order to be near, and touch, and inhale The sweet fragrance of love. Likewise, physical lust overwhelms; until chance Remark reveals a capable mind, yet not resonant, Not in tune with the vagaries of your thought. Or, indeed, mind and pheromones work their magic, Yet there is no urge to gaze on arabesque lips or Admire that gentle curve, this almond eye. Sonnet to Despair And, let us suppose, that one comes who plays On our three stringed lute of attraction; Yet we do not pluck their strings and evoke A pleasing duet of love. What then? Are we doomed to live in some halfway House of hope, a bystander to their life, That they live out, oblivious to our nose Against their window, wishful, a fading Hope that their silence is to test our resolve, Rather than proclaim a message of rejection. The song that only we can hear has no echo, No answering question, that once was voiced, In subtle terms, without the courage to ask; And thus we wait in hope.