A Duet Sung Alone
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
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