“The cat loves fish, but hates wet feet.” – Medieval Proverb

I haven’t posted cause I was on vacation in Charleston, now there’s a place that makes you want to write poetry. It was lovely. I will share some South Carolina poetry in the next few days but first, a poem for Edward. It is sonnet-ish because he likes poems that rhyme. I think that is silly but I still oblige, because love is pretty silly when you get down to it.

The Outine of Love

In vain attempt I tried to define the line
Through my heart. It is, in part, because of
You. The chalk-drawing that confines
Me shifts, those simple shapes you smudged.

Now pale dust has smeared my perfect
Ordered lines; where everything makes sense.
Parts you’ve rearranged, changed and I suspect
Completely unraveled my world. My defenses

Lay scattered on the ground. Through white
Clouds I see, not my old etchings, but the light
From your eyes when you see past the lines.