After driving fourteen hours
Yesterday; a cloudy crisp rainy span,
I listened intently,
Searched every lyric
Each deep note
Not one brought you
To my already wandering mind.
Where are the words
Which describe what I need,
Probably who I crave you to be?
I wrote 14 sonnets,
Between various musical genres,
Not one found itself upon paper
With both hands on the wheel.
I’ve immortalized
Who you’ll be when you meet me.
I fear for you,
A little,
My giggle followed by a wide smile
And it was still raining, cold
When I finally reached home,
Warm under my cool bedding
Hot hand upon my hip,
It was there that I found you,
Hurry.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I love responding to your poetry. My words seem to fall so naturally within the shadows of your inspiration… for your words have always touched my tender heart. But can you teach me how to write a sonnet… when there is already far more than fourteen lines upon my face… I cannot write in short and long the syllables of love… nor have I ever understood a single iamb…
Sitting near to you has always been my pleasure… Thank you for allowing me to do so… and accepting all the space I fill within your comments section…
Now… I am near… awaiting my first sonnet lesson…
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Who will he be
When he meets you
You fear for him,
A little
While he fears
For you as well
Perhaps more
Than just a little…
For he has never written
A single sonnet…
And yet…
When warm beneath
The cool bedding…
His hand upon your hip…
You will find one another…
And your fear will disappear
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Your poem is the perfect response for mine, Michael. You do a lovely job of sitting near me. This poem is stunning…and brings me peace. Thank you. .. ♡
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Writing sonnets – a wonderful way to spend 14 hours driving. Still, 14 hours driving would drive me mad! (angry and insane, I’m afraid.) You have a better solution — look what you accomplished.
I’ve immortalized
Who you’ll be when you meet me.
My favorite lines.
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I’ve had to drive the route twice in the last two weeks. It is mind numbing at times.
Thanks, Shari
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Those always do..
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Yes..
Thank you, Susan
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The picture is poetry, too. Lovely.
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I hoped it would convey the message of erratic yet meaningful moments of downtime. Wasn’t sold on the photo, but your encouraging helps. Thanks, Jacqui
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This is why someone should invent thought to text software.
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I’ve done a little just speaking into my phone, but one shouldn’t hold their phone and drive. I was trying to be on my best behavior. While they are inventing this software maybe they can invent a man to go with it. A package deal. 😉
Thanks, John
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The man part is easy. Hank of hair piece of bone. Programming the man might be the challenge.
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Tried that once..after 20 years I had to forget it. 🙂
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Ha ha ha.
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😉
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Fourteen hours behind the wheel is a LONG time, Audrey. Much nicer, I think, is the paddling on that lovely river! By the way, 14 sonnets?? Wow, I’m totally impressed, Poetess!!
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Don’t be impressed. Notice there was no mention of how many times I used the same words in those sonnets, Debbie. Heck of a time to feel inspired to write about love. However, I took that as a step in the right direction. I had plenty of time to think positively about the future and what I see. Now, paddling is always a better choice but neither paddling nor driving for 14 hours straight. (My son also had homework to finish and his assignment was to write a sonnet for English class. I suppose I was just priming myself to help him on our return drive.
Good to see you.
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Lovely to get the explanation behind the poetry, my friend!
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exhilarating paddling
a river which flows
in many directions 🙂
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It’s fun and I was having a great time with my own pursuit behind them. At what point do we grow tiresome? And do our minds ever take a break? Spinning plates come to mind, too, but I haven’t a photo of such busyness. 🙂
Thank you for reading.
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