Joy sans grief, a groom-less bride

Full moons fill you with joy, seldom the New, And pleasure you conceive as good, not pain, Let me like New Moon that stars can I view, As some poets devise ways pain to feign, Which, helps them pen dirges and elegies, Funeral hymns and odes of laments long, Let them. Days-nights on an eternal lease, One can’t be sans its endless twain on song. You know, this world is made of dancing duals, We mortals go for one over the ‘ther, We tend to choose one of them and fight duels, The twain though in its dance go together. So, let us enjoy full moon till it lasts, Even new moon, you’ll see fair magic casts. E’en God could not have cast coins single side, Yea, joy without grief, what a groom-less bride! _________________________ Sonnet (tongue-in-cheek) |02.06.06, revised December 2024| Poet’s note: A couple enjoys its togetherness under full moon, which the lady liked more. The husband also liked the new moon for a reason. He has his reasons to fall in love with both, or none. Finally, the lady sees the point and adds her own additional couplet at the end of their sonnet.