Love Sonnet LXIII
Capturing the rhythms of love
is not easy since it often come up
against emotions that find
time and space stacked against
- it. I would love putting my
hands in your dark soil, play
gleefully with the feel of earth
on my fingers as they till and
make possible a garden that
can grow the seeds planted in
a Springtime of Hope. But here I
am, late in life, but still
holding the desire of wanting
a life, a garden, filled with flowers.
redzone 10.11.2025
That’s a beautiful expression of hope and yearning! The central metaphor of the garden, particularly the image of “putting my hands in your dark soil,” really captures a deep desire for creation and connection, even when starting “late in life.”
I think RomaJ, there is always the need for and desire for connections, perhaps even love. I love to garden for real . I have two gardens one where I live and another at my son’s house. Both have had good harvests this year. But as a metaphor, gardens can hold special meaning, and I can remember a time when this metaphor was alive, as was I.
RomaJ your comments have been a delight for me, and they are appreciated by me more than you know. THANK YOU!!!
Oh my…to dig & till the very essence of the one you love, the one you desire, crave – THAT is ageless (unless you’re five or twelve, etc).
This is one of the most sensual poems I’ve read lately. The longing reached out, grabbed my by shoulders and pulled me in.
Phenomenal.
AWWW Valuptas, your are making me blush. I was going to go food shopping this morning but now I can’t, my face is too red. What will the neighbors think?? They will ask questions and then laugh. At some point, my face will return to normal, but until then, THANK YOU so much for being “pulled in”. OMG, I’m still blushing…. HELP!!! ;0)