She Obfuscates the Night

Sonnet written to the ideal of someone nonexistent . . . except in imagination.

 

She Obfuscates the Night

Coy muse, she. Obfuscates the night, these days

gone in delicate dreams, and hours spent

pondering enigmatic eyes. It’s bent

my mind toward the full moon, yet silence stays

this chill heart from where a nasty mind strays

between delights’ hours. This dream she sent

from ocean eyes hints beaches—a week’s rent

for a studio on stilts—pleasure preys.

 

But then this room—back into focus; now

back to myself, realize she’s but dream

built on a thumbnail image. And yet how

real can any feel next to what may seem

joy incarnate? Nothing left but to bow

my head, into obfuscated night—and dream . . .

 

 

David M Pitchford

27 September 2007

Author's Note

explicate to your heart's content :-)

Reviews

[chord0]

A man thinks about a past love by thinking of her looking at her picture. A beautiful poem with great imagery! An ideal that is described as a real person.

[Wildfleour]

Ideals are meant to live in the imagination, perfect and untainted.