Love Sonnet III
after Pablo Neruda
Your love is nowhere except where my feet are.
If I dance in China, love; if I climb the Andes, love;
along the bridge between us, every step is love.
While crossing the lily pads of your kisses
in a dream, I could sleepwalk to Paris and back,
and you’d never know I left your side in bed.
You unravel your yarn in this damnable labyrinth,
and the flight of your skirt lights the torch
in my heart as you whip around another corner.
I refuse to take another step without it.
Anywhere I go is only the echo of where you were.
Barefoot, I’ll walk across these bridges ruined
by walking and across your stem of endless thorns,
I’ll walk until I die of it inside your rose.
by Ryan Dowling
Your poetry is exceptional and well written! Your imagery is awe inspiring and you definitely gave a new twist to the sonnets. Well done and I look forward to reading more of your poetry. 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I spent some time on your blog as well. What a unique way to approach writing short fiction! Looking forward to future posts.
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No problem! I quite enjoyed myself. Will definitely have to come back and continue to check yours out.
Thank you! Glad to hear it and hope it won’t disappoint.
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