Ordinarily I don’t publish so much poetry at Theoria-press, and instead try to provide mostly essays with an odd poem or sonnet occasionally interspersed among them. But the Muse’s visits have outstripped my ability to keep pace with prose pieces so readers who prefer essays should peruse the archives of this site, which are replete with them.
IN that season when the solar wind
starts to caress our upturned faces
and by the day beshowers us with graces
and your auburn tresses that before were pinned
behind your button ears (like two lambs, twinned
and parted into separate places
and kept asunder by one half-score paces
and two shining portals to your mind)
now unfurls and in the breeze, behind
you trails, like currents in a stream that races
to give itself into its kith and kind
then leafy barques put forth their rustling sails
and all at once, behold the ancient fleet arise
those verdant standards raised, the Sun to hail
against the backdrop of the summer skies
come, let’s forth together, we cannot fail
for these draughts of light will also catch our eyes
and fill our sails with love that never dies
best yet. splendid. lovely to witness this in real time almost. congrats! and that is a killer last line.