Aaaand… one more, while we’re on the Shakespearean Love Sonnet theme… I wrote this for my beloved husband just a couple of years back! Don’t mind the roadside warning graphics — they’re only ornamental!!
from Google Images
Your love once sent me flying to the moon,
But now I’ve landed solidly on ground.
Your jets at idle, I no longer swoon
From ventures superceding speed of sound!
You dress to go on your bi-monthly run;
I dress, if there’s somewhere I have to be.
Your eyes (do they still sparkle like the sun?),
Without my specs, my love, I cannot see.
No longer do I dream of bees or birds–
The hives are barren; nests have blown away:
Our teenagers now speak the “choicest” words,
For we are out of fertile things to say.
My love, though we have traveled beyond lust,
Jets may have cooled, but haven’t lost their thrust…
SLHARPERPOETRY 
So, maybe it’s a Shakespearean love sonnet in form, but in content, this is a Harperian sonnet! You have a unique way of poeticising the real in not just this one, but in all your work. And I think that because you convey things so refreshingly honestly, it would appeal to many.
I hope this is or will be another contest submission. Big future there, girl!
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Thank you for your sweet, positive feedback. It’s sure been a bright spot in my day to receive it! 😊
My son had the idea that I should write on commission, in light of some of the unexpected, but universal subject matter I’ve approached. Why not? Artists do it all the time! A sonnet on any topic of your choosing…for a price. Lol!
Not sure about the “size” of my future in store writing poems, but any future I can imagine that involves me still being able to be what I essentially am, a poet, is certainly blessed.
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Wow! I would like to reply by taking help of a poem I read by David Whyte:
Mid life woman
you are not
invisible to me.
I seem to see
beneath your face
all the women
you have ever been.
Midlife woman
I have grown with you
secretly,
in another parallel,
breathing with you
as you breathed,
seeing with you
as you see,
lining my face
with an earned care
as you lined yours,
waiting for you
as it seems
you waited for me.
Mid life woman
I see your
inner complexion
breathing beneath
your outward gaze,
I see all your lives
and all your loves,
it must be for you
that I wanted to become
more generous,
a better man
than ever I could be
when young,
let me join all your
present giving
and all your receiving,
through you I learn
the full imagination
of every previous affection.
Mid life woman
you are not invisible to me,
in you
I see a young girl,
lifting her face to the sky,
I see the young woman
in haloed light,
full and strong,
standing before
the altar of time,
waiting for her chosen.
I see the mother in you,
in your past
or in some yet
to be understood
future,
I see you
adoring and
I see you adored,
and now,
when I call your name
I want to see
day by day,
the woman
you will become
with me.
Mid-life woman
come to me now,
I see you more clearly
than all
the airbrushed
girls of the world.
Mid life woman,
In the dark of the night
I take you in my arms
and in that embracing
invisibility feel all of your
inner lives made touchable
and visible again.
Mid-life woman
I have earned
my ability to adore you.
Mid life woman
you are not invisible to me.
Come to me now
and let me kiss passionately
all the beautiful women
who have
ever lived in you.
My promise
is to you now
and all their future lives.
— Mid Life Woman, from The Sea In You
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I like that you seem to be able to see the earnestness of the love message behind the facade of humor in my sonnet. The response poem is lovely — in depth and sentiment. It “gets” what is at stake, and I am honored that you took the time to share this piece with me. Thank you!
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