Sonnet Duet Poems | Examples
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Sonnet: Duet (II)
by Michael R. Burch
If love is just an impulse meant to bring
two tiny hearts together, skittering
like hamsters from their Quonsets late at night
in search of lust’s productive exercise . . .
If love is the mutation of some gene
made radiant—an accident of bliss
played out by two small actors on a screen
of silver mesh, who never even kiss . . .
If love is evolution, nature’s way
of sorting out its DNA in pairs,
of matching, mating, sculpting flesh’s clay . . .
why does my wrinkled hamster climb his stairs
to set his wheel revolving, then descend
and stagger off . . . to make hers fly again?
Originally published by Bewildering Stories
Keywords/Tags: love, lost love, love hurts, loss, lust, impulse, heart, hearts, evolution, gene, genes, DNA, nature, actor, actors, screen, film, eulogy
Would you compare me to a summer’s day?
No chance, you look more like a wet week-end
But we’ve been married 30 years, this May
And all that time, you drove me round the bend
We’ve had three kids, of whom we’re more than proud
I’ll give you that, they’ve all turned out not bad
And you are never shy to say aloud
I know - that you’re the best I’ve ever had
But we both know I was your first and last
And I knew that you’d loved and lost before
But now our love has settled, strong and fast
I guess that’s true, I’m sorry I’m a bore
You’re my bore, Wayne – and we’ll both be OK
As long as we survive Valentine’s Day!
A duet sung alone
I know now how confusing 'twas to find
That I loved my love walking one-way street,
Knowing, she seldom with my love was lit,
Her heart was but with love of friendship lined,
Whilst silent was my love, clueless it came,
Hers, distant, chilled, warm too of a close friend,
An unknown seed still sprouted sans a name,
Love built the nest still, hard to comprehend;
A nest it was by both if strange birds made,
Built by love's sweat, reinforced to last long,
With a plinth-stone precious enough as jade;
And I sang all alone a duet song,
She sensed the same frisson I too had felt,
In hope that long frozen love soon might melt.
Sonnets | 02.10.14 |
Taken from my book, Harvest of the Late Season, published by Penguin (Partridge).
A Brian Strand 1 to 14 Lines Poetry Contest
First Place
The purity of song is your glad grace,
you beautify the air with sweetest tone,
competing with the lark (more commonplace),
yours is true melody, second to none.
Blessed and bewitched whene'er you serenade,
the roses bow their heads in mute acclaim,
the creatures of the field, of every glade
attune their dance, rejoicing in your name.
So joyful are the times we are as one,
your practicing your art, I learning how
to blend with you, two sweethearts with one song,
in harmony for life, our sacred vow.
for music is the source of joy and bliss,
concluding in the sharing of a kiss.
Two singers playing a duet
With the moon as witness
Talking about their love
grievances and life.
Music can transmit a lot of feelings.
Love, passion, joy, grief or sorrow.
Leaving a feeling in your soul of
Well being or unhappiness.
A song can cover the
Feelings of the singer
Lyrics flown as a rapid river
Printing a vivid image on the soul.
Uplift to unlimited wellness
Listening with aliveness.
Nayda Ivette
9-26-2015
The purity of song is your glad grace,
you beautify the air with sweetest tone,
competing with the lark (more commonplace),
yours is true melody, second to none.
Blessed and bewitched whene'er you serenade,
the roses bow their heads in mute acclaim,
the creatures of the field, of every glade
attune their dance, rejoicing in your name!
So joyful are the times we are as one,
your practising your art, I learning how
to blend with you, two lovers with one song,
in harmony for life, our sacred vow.
Duet
The purity of song is your glad grace,
you beautify the air with sweetest tone,
competing with the lark (more commonplace),
yours is true melody, second to none.
Blessed and bewitched whene'er you serenade,
the roses bow their heads in mute acclaim;
the creatures of the field, of every glade
attune their dance, rejoicing in your name!
So pleasant are the times we are as one,
you practising your art, I learning how
to blend with you, two lovers with one song,
in harmony for life, our sacred vow.
Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine,
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air
awaken me to listen and recline.
This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.
I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I. As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.
A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.