Sometimes I’ll sit there all evening
And not find one word.
Yet some nights are filled with rhyme schemes,
Sonnets and rondeaus!
I saw the sea as a deep wound.
I know it’s only wet to you,
But to me it does resemble
The sonnet, or rondeau.
You’d like to hear lips mentioned,
With cheeks, or gleaming teeth?
But you know how it is with a sonnet,
How it goes with rondeaus.
And what’s the point, so what if I –
0 what’s the use, that you are fair!
Can that bring even one drop
Of young blood back to me?
Sometimes it feels so sweet,
My whole life is a play on words.
Sometimes though, it’s more
And more fascinating,
Once all alone with love and moonlight,
To be weaving an evening not my own,
In quatrains and octaves,
Sonnets and rondeaus.
(Jonas Aistis)
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