To Write You a Love Poem

A failed sonnet about writing a failed sonnet about writing a sonnet about love. Sort of . . .

 

Too Mindful to Write You a Love Poem

Too conscious, I write you a love sonnet

about writing you a love song about

writing poems of love . . . But my head knows

what my heart can’t tell. Because I think of love

in this moment instead of feeling love,

our love, flow and so it’s no-go in our

Mountain Stream, thinking too much to feel this

feeling I want to put into words . . .

And I, no more musical than these tin cans

banging down the highway behind our white

getaway car, no limo but no less,

“Just Married” on the windows and me in tux

behind the wheel, thinking Yeah, yeah. We are—

‘just married’ for nine years now. And barely

begun down that long highway toward our perpetual

Honeymoon, danced ‘round by Pleiades and all

the angels from the head of every pin

ever created . . . and still, I’m too mindful

to feel what my heart—feel what my heart feels

as I sit to write you a love sonnet.

 

David M Pitchford

30 June 2008

Author's Note

Enjoy. Suggestions welcome. Constructive criticism always much appreciated.