Sonnet 28
- I couldn't help but notice your quaint stance,
- Afront that seafoam and white affair,
- Nestled quietly aside slighted chairs,
- A bounty of grace in frozen dance.
- I couldn't ask for a more pleasant reprise,
- Of my gilded wanton projections,
- In series, a hallway of pedestaled selections,
- All pale from your smile's delicate advertise.
- I couldn't wake the instance nor the time,
- When that now became the present,
- When your presence was the only present,
- A song of sways and pastel rhyme.
- I couldn't but I did,
- A moment struck, your chapter's bid.
Notes
I've grown quite enamored with Hong Kong, especially the Sheung Wan district, having spent quite a few humid hours trotting up and down its winding streets. Happened upon a lot of visual treats, all the typical street photography fare, but none more fetching than this mostly white storefront staffed by a wisp of a lady glowing with all sorts of grace.
So I did what I never do: I talked to her. And we had a fine conversation. And in a fleeting attempt to capture that brief set of moments right before and during, I wrote this.
Still absolving myself of meter, apologies. The first quatrain doesn't flow as well as I'd like, especially for a first quatrain, but for the sake of feeling rushed, rash, and "in some moment", just gonna post this and let it go.
Pretty happy with this piece, really captures the feeling for me. And still fetches a reticent grin hours later. Hopefully this can carry on.
Oh and lines 10 and 11 bring me lots of joy; lots of fun to be had with the many interpretations of "present".
— Huy on