Let's Meet On Our Yesterdays

Meet me back on those effervescent days;
                             Let’s swing on shafts of their lingering light,
                             Like our childhood hero in vine-borne flight,
                              Till we’re again in that sun-swaddled place,
                         Where once we were colts free to roam and race,
                             On meadows with dews of innocence bright,
                             And friendship’s rainbow arching every sight,
                              Before we were called to the adults’ maze.

                             Let us leap across the years, my dear friend;
                         Though our bodies may balk, our minds are lithe.
                            On the playground of our youth we shall land,
                         Where birds still kiss the sky, stingless bees hive,
                            And our mischief roiled through a drowsy glen
                             Whose slumber still our laughing echoes rive.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Williams Avatar
October 4, 2017 at 6:36 AM
I really love sonnets, but was yet to read an Italian one Bernard, and this one did not disappoint.Such imagery, an awesome write....Maria
Chan Avatar
October 4, 2017 at 9:05 AM
Thanks a lot, Maria. Much appreciated :)
Ashley Avatar
September 30, 2017 at 9:30 PM
An amazing sonnet Bernard. Beautiful lines with lovely imagery like; 'Let's swing on shafts of their lingering light' and 'sun-swaddled place' stunning poetic expression. A great write! :)
Chan Avatar
September 30, 2017 at 9:47 PM
Thank you so much, Susan! I found the Italian sonnet slightly more difficult to write than a regular one, or maybe it was just the Friday night drinks interferring with my brain a little . . . should never try to write after a night out . . . Oh, by the way, congratulations on you well-deserved win!!! :)
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