I have managed to distract my self by trying out a form of poetry that I discovered browsing the Internet a while ago. Called a Sestina, a French form of poetry, it was described as ‘fun’. Now I’ve finished, I can conclude that it was really, as it stretched the brain cells…. which can only be good..N’est pas? Not one hundred percent sure that I have been successful but worth a try.
Au Revoir.
Space Love and Wine
| As I observe this endless space |
| I pause and wonder of love |
| This prize? is it only upon this earth |
| Or can it travail the stars? |
| Does it indeed transcend the heart |
| Methinks this calls for a glass of wine. |
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| The warmth and taste of a sip of wine |
| Alone by the fire , my own space |
| Paying careful heed to my rhythmic heart |
| Beat softly with the flow of love |
| Then, as I’m exalted by the height of stars |
| My feet still grasp the dour earth |
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| Those elements fulfil their purpose on earth |
| To nourish that vine, oh sweetest of wine |
| All the while agitating, stirring under the stars |
| Respecting no barrier in mankinds’ space |
| Never mindful or conscious of any love |
| A cold and cruel flutter of a heart. |
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| Often nature can cruise the heart |
| And mix heavenly scalds with the earth |
| Challenging the soul to stay with love |
| Nay, never to mix water and wine |
| Holding all time in a delicate space |
| Oh, so finical the sparkle of stars |
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| Twinkling and spying the stars |
| Do tell, the infinity of this: our heart |
| Expanding and pulling the strings of space |
| For us to glimpse upon reasons of earth |
| But keep a moment to enjoy the wine |
| And savour the promises of love |
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| Oh yes! I can sing the praises of love |
| As I contemplate the meaning of stars |
| I can drink and be merry with so much wine |
| and fill to the brim this old heart |
| As I tiptoe along apace with my earth |
| Is it fohat I touch in this space? |
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| Thus savour the wine that animates the heart |
| And ponder with us, infinite earth and stars |
| To find within and without; the space and the love. |
