How can there be anything good to say
on the topic of love when all I have
to grasp at are the straws of my non-belief,
which couldn’t even break the camel’s back?
And how could I go about my day
if on the nose of my camel a satnav
kept telling me to mind the jutted relief
of the approaching miraginous track?

No: it is better traveling blind into the sand
with a pocketful of whimsy; besides, whistling
was how the ancients passed the time
when some young fool asked: what in the lord’s land
is love? A wise man would stroke his bristling
beard, take a handful of sand, and request the wine.

 

Great sonnet.  I love the obscure title.

Delightful. It works like a pool table with a dozen cue balls all fired at once.

larry

enjoy this, james, from "whistling" on down my favorite stretch. tom

Glad to choose this gorgeous sonnet for the front page...Well done James

congrats JTH!

Pocketful of whimsy.  Just love the thought of it.  Well done!

Sherry

Marvellous. It's so hard to write good rhyming stuff and this is wonderfully complex, witty and inventive. Congratulations

Pam

Per usual, great stuff. Sand is the tool of the witty and weak :)

Of course I'm pleased to find this here.  You knew I would be, didn't you friend? 

ld

Gorgeous, indeed!

Thanks all! I'm looking forward to summer and having a bit more time to get more involved again.

james