Smooth Overture
A Minor Key
Your eye is careful, so discerning
Caution will mark me a craven coward
But rash boldness will show me blundering
Smug confidence will win me no award
I want to know you, and know nothing more
The worlds you weave from words, where I would dwell
Misinterpreted, will ruin rapport;
I must be sweet and light, a bagatelle
Smooth as a quantum atomic mirror
Must every humble syllable become
Envying crystal, I must be clearer
A brazen, clumsy call won’t make you come
Reading words not writ for me makes them mine
Writing words for all and none makes me thine
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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A sonnet: the most popular form for love poetry? And here, the uncertainty of how to impress the one to whom your eye is drawn. Tricky stuff but smoothly done.
I love the complexity of this. At first, it felt a lot like dating. The art of getting to know someone new—and there truly is an art to it, I’ve found. One that most have yet to master. Being both interesting and interested, and attracted to someone enough to want to know them… but not super attracted before you know them, because that means you’ve projected your own fantasies and desires onto them. Then, I read this: ‘Reading words not writ for me makes them mine Writing words for all and none makes me thine’ And it felt like you were describing the love affair a writer has with their readers, painting the entire poem in a different shade for me. Either way, I love this variation of ‘smooth.’
This is great, it feels so precarious and at the same time so sure of what it wants.
A bit of a mysterious tone to this love poem which I responded to. Excellent poem D. J.
Oooo, this was so magnificent! Loved your poem!
Phenomenal! 👏🏼