Together in a leather notebook
by cricketjeff on January 26, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
The old leather notebook her love was inside
A sonnet she wrote for each day of the year
Love sent each morning in softest cowhide
Meant for the days that we couldn’t be near
She sat by the stream where our love was the strongest
Garlands of dragonflies played round her head
Writing of days when our love would last longest
With only our longing to keep passions fed
Pages created, each filled with her feeling
Love in each word for our long year apart
Tenderly bringing each word’s fresh apealling
Each brand new day meant our love could restart
Unbuttoned her soft silken dress while still writing
Knowing I’d feel where her nakedness lay
For over a year there would be no requiting
Only her words could be fond lovers play
Fire on each page from a pen filled with needing
Love in each word from a heart that would pine
The feelings she wrote were all there in the reading
I knew that her heart had been poured into mine
The gold on the cover reflected within it
Treasure she poured into phrase after phrase
Each day a new page and I longed to begin it
So into her dreaming my love could then gaze
After each poem I kissed her soft leather
Waiting and hoping we’d soon be together
Tenderly kissing each page as she ended
Passing her love to her only intended
Home from our stream where our love is the strongest
This year spent apart in my life is the longest
Author notes
This was written in direct response to Dalaney’s poem in the same contest.
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3849907.
Mine is imagined as her writing and me reading “the sonnet of the day” both
halves being sonnet-like but not in fact sonnets. Read her poem first please,
it is better .
English