Sonnet 35
- In the midst of autumn, post-fog pre-dew,
- A trumpeting clarity, a genuine you.
- Singing songs in every sway you stroll,
- A shining hope for every day's toll.
- And while that payment is made at every end,
- Your mirth supersedes the worth of ten.
- A queen by all means, yet still coy, at bay,
- Awaiting that time to shine, glisten, stay.
- But steady is not the path you seek,
- Though primp and composed, your rainbows leak.
- Fluffs of feist dart from your hair and eyes,
- A brilliant composition, a harmonic baptize.
- So in this moment, this silence, this pause.
- Let me witness, aggrandize, awe.
Notes
Wrote this in a rather irrational morning (got home extremely late, woke up abnormally early), rolled over and hung down my bed with iPhone in hand, and thumb-tapped this into the built-in Notes app with little-to-no pause.
Extremely happy with the rhythm of the piece. This was meant to frame a specific moment with someone I was hanging out with, wherein I was mostly speechless and inable to explain what I was feeling (see the heroic couplet). Had to write this the following morning to help me make sense of things. And it worked.
— Huy on