Romeo and Juliet

A burst of brilliant red,
her lips under the clouds trimmed with golden light
compare to sundown blushing—
communal pressures, rudiment of a fork of fingers
segregating
what was, what is and becomes crucial to live,
they have no grounds; a lover’s imagination is innocently formed.

It’s simple enough; not sly, nor artful,
nor cunning
comes to mind when deeply immersed in this tale of love and loss,
and perhaps never will—
a rousing ocean breeze and desires unbreathed
stir the memory;
his mouth hushed by beauty
unimaginable
gives rise to a hundred million odes and sonnets.

Who doesn’t hear the wind?
Spring showers,
broken limbs that defy despotism; I wonder if love will ever falter?
Serenading under the moon,
mournful murmurs of a heart enslaved is
and remains
up to this day a concept timeless; I tip my hat to the Bard.

 

 

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Day Twenty-Three ~ Let’s tip our hats to the bard

“Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true
beauty till this night.” – William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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