On this Thanksgiving Day, I look back, look around, and look forward. This sonnet, #1144 in a series, is a little present for my wife, my greatest blessing, for whom I am most thankful
Transcendental Sonnet #1144:
Schicksalslied
for Silke on Thanksgiving Day 2004
I am metrosexual and monogamous
Have never been am not now and will never be
A cog in the machinery of bourgeoisie
I do not choose to live nor die anonymous
But would make the heads of readers spin with wonder
My pencil as magic wand to put them under
A benevolent spell with no danger of hell
Celibate continent and content I waited
For a lifetime long I struggled and created
Before the advent of the chosen one fated
To share my life to be my wife to be for me
The answer to a lifetime's worth of destiny
I waited for Silke for half a century
Well worth the wait the hand of fate is good to me
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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