“My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;”
– Willam Shakespeare, Sonnet 130
This storm is not a shriek-wife,
misery’s rain of love gone cold;
Spring is not thrown down the stairs
by Winter’s violation of restraining order;
The missing sunset is not a corpse,
buried beneath clouds too grey for dead;
Because here inside, under wraps,
your eyes beget a Summer’s promise;
Once again, restored, the sun.
qbit 
Oh, MY. This leaves me a little breathless, and swoony.
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Thank you thank you thank you. Was just going to drop you a comment that I sort of *really* wanted you to see this one. OK, the others too. But this one for sure!
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You come to my email inbox. 🙂 I read ALL, always. I don’t always take/make the time to comment, but I always read, and always love.
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I know its tough to keep up during April, but just these two — I thought you’d enjoy particularly. Fine, was shamelessly jonesing that you’d drop by, LOL!
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LOVED. Thank you. Always feel free to point me in your direction for a poem you know I’ll particularly like. Appreciate it!
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PS: That first line is the kick-assiest.
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You capture the essence of 130, with all it’s reversals, perfectly! I especially like the second one – that line is excellent!
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Thanks!! I like that second bit too, although I thought “shriek-wife” was a contender, lol! Did the innuendo make it through on the last line?
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um… going back to the title, you mean? The eyes are what restores the sun. Or am I missing something else?
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No, too subtle then. Not important to the poem.
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and ya just leave me here wondering? Crap
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Sorry! I thought being under the covers then ending with “the sun” was a bit evocative. I guess sunburst would be more explicit, but was only lightly intended. Added just a bit more to the title. Like I said, wasn’t really the point.
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Ah! Well, I guess I was just focused on the last line – I think it could be done, but not without risk to this terrific poem.
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Thanks. Agreed.
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Great poem, Randall! I, too, want to know what you “innuendo”ed. (Per Webster: an oblique allusion : hint, insinuation; especially : a veiled or equivocal reflection on character or reputation.)
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LOLOL! Just responded to Jill on it.
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Awesome interpretation! I’ve never heard that quote before.
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Thanks! Yes, I love that sonnet. Shakespeare dropping all pretense, time for rough honesty. But in the end…
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