Quoth Theraven Poet Sonnet

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One Day In a Life

If you could relive one day of your life..
time lost, now retrieved for just a short while.
To thrust old scheming machinations knife,
or return healing to a lover's smile.

Such a fretted frittering those lost days,
though ones you and I will remember most.
Passions reared high in servile dewy haze..
soft breathe warm against skin from dearest host.

Moment waits untended a dreamer's call,
something I can never give you again.
Bodice caught on nail of new lover's wall,
though we may choose to return now and then.

Tarried too long look'g to horizon's edge..
promised heart unharmed, now pulled from a ledge.

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Ellen Gwaltney Bales March 13, 2023 at 1:13 PM Thank you for this lovely remembrance. My husband passed from AIDS in 1992. If I could go back and relive the day he got the disease I would give my own life for that chance. This was lovely and the music makes it even more so. Ellen Quoth Theraven June 10, 2023 at 8:03 PM Ellen, Thank you for being the soul of kindness. Makes all the difference in life, and the writing worth the while. -Richard

Sara Kendrick July 14, 2021 at 5:47 AM Those last two lines make me think that the person almost committed suicide because of love lost but not sure. I have grown so old that I can't remember any day/s that I would want to relive. LOL..I can't remember a few minutes ago so I definitely wouldn't be able to remember a day from years ago. Thanks for your visit to my page. Sara Quoth Theraven July 18, 2021 at 6:47 PM Sara, Thanks, and don't worry, no one was injured in the writing of this poem. Besides hearts are known to bounce (back). -Richard

Jennifer Proxenos May 25, 2021 at 11:44 PM Sooooooo creative, a wonderful sonnet its sadness brought a tear but every line was spectacular love it. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer. Quoth Theraven June 13, 2021 at 12:31 PM Hello Jennifer, Thank you for that comment. Spending this wonderful day in reflective contemplation. -Richard

Panagiota Romios May 24, 2021 at 12:46 PM FAVE, WONDERFUL PANGIE XX Quoth Theraven June 13, 2021 at 12:14 PM Hello Panagiota, Happy Sunday, thank you for the comment and Fave. Never get over that amazing name. Wonder now, where did you get it? -Richard

Robert Lindley May 18, 2021 at 7:29 PM This is truly a great sonnet my friend! Every verse such a joy to read and ponder on. Closing couplet superbly crafted. A fv, a gem.. God bless.. Quoth Theraven June 13, 2021 at 12:11 PM Robert, Thank you and Happy Sunday. I enjoyed your poem 'When Ravenous Wolf, Prowls At Our Home's Open Door'. Curious of the message alluded to in prose. -Richard

Evelyn Judy Buehler May 9, 2021 at 4:27 PM The bittersweet memories of the love affair that ended, are beautifully recalled here. Blessings, Evelyn Quoth Theraven June 13, 2021 at 11:55 AM Happy Sunday Evelyn, Thank you, love 'bittersweet memories'. I've decided to cast it off and find something uplifting to write about. -Richard

Mystic Rose Rose May 8, 2021 at 12:50 PM Those are the pivotal moments we return to again and again, Those that awakened our souls and heart. Alas, sometimes they are short lived, but no less truer. Thank you for sharing a tender memorial, much loved, :) Quoth Theraven May 9, 2021 at 10:47 AM Mystic Rose Rose, Thank you for awakening the sunshine in a soul. Happy Mother's Day wishes for you. -Richard

Sally Eslinger May 6, 2021 at 7:28 PM This hit me probably more deeply than any other poem I’ve seen on PS. Made me cry. I got lost trying to figure what sort of day to relive...a sad one to correct something or a good one cause good is nice...or any everyday cause I could always do better. A spectacular write. Fav Quoth Theraven May 6, 2021 at 8:10 PM Sally, What a nice compliment in comment. The song's lyrics took me back to a place. "I need somebody who can love me at my worst ~~ No, I'm not perfect, but I hope you see my worth ~~ 'Cause it's only you, nobody new, I put you first ~~ And for you, girl, I swear I'll do the worst" -John Hill/David Bowden - At My Worst

Paul Callus May 5, 2021 at 11:49 AM This delightful sonnet brings back to mind several memories close to my heart, Richard. I dare not dwell on them long!! ~ Regards // paul Quoth Theraven May 6, 2021 at 8:41 AM Paul, Thanks for the comments, truly appreciated. Those memories kept so close often make the best poetry. I've seen old dreams, some dead and gone, take wing like a prayer here in fine verse. -Richard

Heidi Sands May 3, 2021 at 4:15 PM Beautiful piano, I love so much. Is that you playing? By the way, this poem inspired me to write a poem I am adding now. Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 9:07 PM Heidi, I'm glad you liked it. -Richard

Heidi Sands May 3, 2021 at 4:12 PM I can think of a day , I would like to relive, whether it be something I wish I had the chance to say or to do. Your wonderful poem had me thinking and you have a talent in doing that while reaching the reader. Well done Richard. I wish for you a nice evening. Take care :) Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 9:03 PM Hello Heidi, I hope you choose to write about it someday. I'll be waiting for that day to return, if only in a moment's daring. -Richard

Andrea Dietrich May 3, 2021 at 2:40 PM What a great sonnet. It has the classy sonnet feel to it, Richard!! WAs it for a contest? Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 8:59 PM Andrea, Thanks for that comment. No, not for any contest. I'm still coloring outside the lines of poetry. Abstract heart demands it. -Richard

Juliet Ligon May 3, 2021 at 9:23 AM Sometimes we wonder "if only...." and reminisce on tender moments. Such a tragic thing to lose a loved one. Powerful ending. Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 8:54 PM Juliet, They'll find each other in another poem's promise. That ideal I hold on to. -Richard

Victor Buhagiar May 3, 2021 at 8:33 AM Perfect sonnet. Richard. Alas I have no wish to live a day back again. Too much trouble. Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 8:52 PM Hello Victor, Are you sure there wasn't one? Though must agree, to live in today most will find all the contentment they need. -Richard

Vijay Pandit May 2, 2021 at 4:30 AM Would be fun to relive that day--especially if it was a blessed day. Your thoughts reach the depth, Richard. Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 8:45 PM Vijay, Pain and joy walk hand in hand, sometimes. To feel, that's the key. -Richard

Kim Rodrigues May 2, 2021 at 1:33 AM Reliving a day in the past would be surreal. Quoth Theraven June 10, 2023 at 8:07 PM Hi Kim, Memories are strange and powerful things. Maybe never read in our cards..., but, just perhaps, written in the stars. -Richard

Lindsay Laurie May 1, 2021 at 10:27 PM Hello Richard ... a true sonnet with a melancholy twist. Nicely presented again Richard - Lindsay Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 8:41 PM Lindsay, Thanks for that. Ay, but I fail truly to succeed in casting a net. -Richard

John Fleming May 1, 2021 at 2:38 PM All rather tragic, the ending that is, Mr Raven...but ably espoused nevertheless, one also has to mention. Enjoyed! Best regards - cheers! :) john Quoth Theraven May 4, 2021 at 8:38 PM john, Thanks for the comment. I specialize in tragic writing, with a minor in melancholy. Your poem 'The Crime' shows you have a penchant for it. I made it a Fave. -Richard