A Love/Hate Sonnet

Summer Dichotomies

By Rob AngeliPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

You hate me/you have me/you love me and shove me;

with goldest hair all in battle blondly spilling

down your neck and reddened freckled cheeks and filling

these sarcastic spaces with your frightful spastic glee;

Enkindled, flowing messenger, the coursing steeds—

flow forth and press to drive forth, licking tongues killing

ants w/ fierce magnified flame; Bright One, fulfilling

like the horde of storm gods, Bright Ones, press driving needs:

I cannot offer you the summer; it’s not me

who can offer you a Summer like this One—

this is a snapshot distillation of it, a

Facsimile thereof, with some sacrificial

herbs and oils boiled in laudation thick with verbiage:

an Icon and a Reliquary for EARTH TIME usage.

More of my sonnets.

sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangunt

There are tears of things, and mortal objects touch the mind.

-Virgil Aeneid I.462

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