On this #TBT, I’m looking back and remembering two of my earliest (and best) boyfriends– from high school and college. It’s been fun looking back at some of the poetry I wrote back when I was an angsty teen and twenty-something. At UCLA, I took a sonnet seminar as part of my English major. The first sonnet was a break-up rant written in the margins of my Shakespeare class notes taught by the same seminar professor. The second sonnet was also written in my angsty college years and is about my high school boyfriend and how I felt after finding some remnants of our relationship (probably in the aftermath of the college boyfriend break-up LOL).
Happy February…the month of love! Or anti-love if you’re an angsty teen or twenty-something!
Truth
“No more! Away false love! Thou art not true
To me. With gentle kisses thou didst slap
My face. With caring words didst thou push me
Away. No more! Indiff’rence ‘guised in love.
Thou has drunk of my love and spit in my face.
Be gone, false tongue that spoke of love so true.”
Yet, was it not that same tongue that once sang
Sweet sounds of which you could not drink your fill?
And to that tongue did not you begging go:
‘O! Sing me more such melodies and vows!’
And did it not fulfill at such requests?
Were not those gentle kisses, caring words
The very same that you did long to hear?
Beware young love to trust those tongues that speak
Words not their own but those you do entreat.
Peaces
The quiet stillness led me to the room
Where, hidden, were my joys, my grief, my pain.
Upon the shelves, stacked neatly, they did loom
And beckoned me to call on them again.
(The moon in his eyes speaks with gentle careĀ
And makes but flick’ring lights of passing ships.
Tenderly his hand brushes back my hair
Then love becomes the touch of soft, wet lips.)
The tear dropped as my hand reached out to take
That one, from long ago, down from its place.
One troubled breath, and they began to shake
‘Til all the mem’ries crashed upon my face.
‘Tis futile hiding thoughts of yesterday;
They form the soul and in the heart they stay.