Sonnet 17
- I met her lovely smile again tonight,
- Tenderly tucked inside two rosy cheeks,
- As we strolled past a number of boutiques
- discussing the photographer's delight.
- It posed and postured its way through the dark,
- I, unprepared, benign, and merry scared,
- Having had past events direct moments spared,
- Unfit still to capture her sudden spark.
- But to witness such graceful providence,
- Oh this one, this darling, this glorious,
- This soft unrestraining pearly precious,
- Makes my soul ache for a life in pretense.
- And yet I'll bide for some future stumble,
- into her smile another heart's crumble.
Notes
Life is all about these moments, "a lifetime burning in every moment", that makes it all good. I can't say that I've been privy to too many instances of this joy, but when I've been lucky enough to be witness, awesome... Otherwise, I've been wanting to get back into photography lately, I just need to find the time and inspiration.
I haven't written much the past two months, so I don't know if I can explain anything useful about this sonnet since I'm not exactly sure what prompted me to write this thing. The only unifying theme I can think of is the inability to capture the perfect moment.
— Huy on