Sunlight in My Eyes...?
The sun filtering into the house as I chanced to be in front of a mirror, and catching in my eyes, triggered a memory. It began a sonnet....the title's a vague suggestion for something deeper half eluding me.
(sonnet # CCCLXXXIX)
The sun shone in my eyes as musing nigh
Half pensive 'cross the fields I gazed, while he
Looked keenly into mine, intent on me
I guess. 'Til eagerly with wond'ring cry
He softly quite exclaimed, "They're not brown!" "Aye,"
When he'd explained, "They're hazel some say." We
Were waiting for his fam'ly worridly,
Discov'ring more about each other, shy?
It matters little now of course, since all
Was lost so long ago. I did forget
As well myself, until by chance recall
It came afresh. Time's patchwork knits a set
Of mem'ries dear or grey, unanswered pall
And cheerful bliss. A cur'ous silhouette?
16Dec11
D44b
Times patchwork when unravelled always evokes memories Jenny. A different write from you and I enjoyed it...Maggie
Oh my. This is the view I crave!
What a tender and beautiful memory woven gracefully within the lines of an elegant sonnet. I especially like 'Time's patchwork...', and the depth and hue of the eye, captured by the beholder in a sun-spun moment is conveyed magnificently. :)