John Fleming Poet Sonnet

My Desperation My Remaining Days

What primordial force resides in she?
  Perfectly-turned ankles, tight 
    Fitting coat;
Flawless curvature of her divine 
  Throat:-
    The loveliness that is Penelope.
Swept off your hat -- tossed back your 
  Auburn hair!
    Shifting her head, smiled, held me
In her gaze;
  The appalling beauty within that 
    Stare:-
My desperation my remaining days.
  How often I have so cursed my faint
    Heart;
If I was but half of Odysseus,
  Had embarked upon the rigorous test,
    Employed his guile, his lucid,
Cunning arts.
  But you were done with awkward,
    Fumbling boys...
Then just I, alone, lost amid the
  Noise.

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Connie Marcum Wong March 30, 2020 at 1:54 AM You need to beware of auburn hair as their temperament can burn as hot as smelting copper ore! I loved this John. My mother had bright auburn hair. Lol xxoo

Eve Roper March 27, 2020 at 10:37 AM How can you be lost amid the noise, the perfect ones are the ones you want to stay away from. They are usually the ones that say give me, give me, then walk away. I did love the imagery. Stay safe and healthy John Fleming March 28, 2020 at 10:14 AM Thank you, Eve. I really do enjoy reading your critique and pertinent, insightful comments on my poems...I hold you in much regard. My very warmest wishes! Your appreciative friend. :) john