Oh To Write

Oh, to write a sonnet on my one true light-o'-love, to write a song to make the warbling sing - a melody that to your eyes would bring tears of fond remembrance for your own true well-thought-of. Oh, to flood ravines with bursts of spring! How do I employ the moon and stars in verse and conjure with them messages to measure the merit of the poet's brightest treasure when I know not of love's allure nor passion to coerce? How do I stir light from the obscure? Oh, to etch a portrait of the one upon my pillow with words that fall so sweetly on the ear of him, with gentle soul who cares to hear the moan of restless wind through pine and willow or of me, a billow rising to my dear. Aug. 18, 2020 for Strand Completely New (24) ,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest