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Sonnet V – Season of Love

Season Of Love–Sonnet 5 © 1998 Karen Vertigan

Previously published material.  
Cannot be reproduced with the written permission from the author.


By the gods, a frost.  An age has crept by 
More swiftly than Hermes’ winged passage. 
And shadows grow in strength and depth and height. 
Time chills the meadows of tattered spring blossoms.

By the gods, snowfall comes.  An age has begun. 
Recall the season of Demeter’s tears 
And dry leaves are rushed across stone paths 
And down the lane that leads to you… and love.

Forget all the deadly storms that threaten 
To encompass the heart of the goddess: 
That briefly touched the soul of the flower.

It is the moment of crystal clock works 
That chime to announce a cycle of spring 
And foretell of hope’s bright flight to Love’s house 

And it dwells within the heart of roses. 
By the gods, Love arrives to embrace the time.

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Sonnet IV – Fairy Spring Song

Karen Vertigan © 2001

Spring explodes in rapturous dainty trills
And glorious flowers.  It has begun, 
The season of beginning, with dales and hills
Dressed in the blanket of fairy fun.

Sun sets on the last chill eve of winter.
The promise of plenty and kind beauty 
Is o’er the world when the dawn enters 
With blazing brass and boundless bounty.

Softly, the voices arise, like the first bright 
Lark song when it meets heavens bowers. 
Ever more gentle, caressing and light 
Fairies dance among the tiny flowers.

If this be spring, living in beauty bright, 
Blossoms chase away the deepening night.

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Sonnet II — For My Friend

© copyright 2000 Karen Vertigan

When lost in moments of deep silent thought
I conjure up dreams that Time has erased 
And remember all the angry words wrought
By my witch’s heart in torment encased.

White water rapids are green eyes blue 
For precious friends hidden deeply inside 
And weep anew with each tender new clue 
Time old, but recalled, still wanting to hide.

A heavy grief felt for those not forgiven 
And heavier still, their innocence abounds. 
In thought revived, reminded, and enlivened 
And my mind and soul, the anguish surrounds.

But for a while, I think on you, dear friend      
All losses restored and all sorrows end.

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Sonnet 1

Night Song–Sonnet 1

Previously published material.  Cannot be reproduced without written permission from the author.(c) copyright 1999 Karen Vertigan

As heaven puts on her evening gown of deepest blue, I think of you 
Anxious One that I have become when Helios rested from his charge
Do you hear my song slipping from me with all of my earthly feelings? 
It soars high as Aurora’s hem on sprouted wings of rhyme and verse
And flies whitely, in caressing circles, gently touching your smile
My heart, clothed in a timid shroud, begs for release from its bonds 
To touch the soul of the music pouring from your mystic fingers 
Do you know that my love is growing in my restricted chest 
Until the moment it is released with a burst of brilliant words 
That challenge Nyx’s dark dress of despair and loneliness? 
If you are the dreamer in this night, then I am what you dream 
But when you awaken from your slumber, I am your need 
And I grow in my love, stronger when you think on me 
A Nova of starshine that waits in the vast silence of the dome 
For the music of the first kiss…

Published in an anthology of poems titled Connections: Contemporary Verse From Around the World, Sharon Derderian and Robert Lawrence, Editors, Iliad Press, 1999.

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Poetic Monday

I went to a website called The Wayback Machine which is an archive for old websites. I used to own a site where I posted things I had written wayback when. I will share many of the stories and poems here.

To Your Eyes

Karen Vertigan Pope

For A Long Forgotten Old Boyfriend… written on Wednesday Morning 2.10.99

Penned on an envelope while musing and found after three years while cleaning out an old filing cabinet which was stuffed with trash worthy papers.

Your eyes are things that capture and hold
And pull me closer to where you are 
Dark and lovelier still, they call out 
With an owl flight voice of such sweetness 
That bearing it is a bright burden 
What secrets do you conceal in the depths? 
Oh, beautiful eyes that you are. I behold life in your eyes 
A flower:  Yes, opening, glittering with dawn’s dew 
A melody:  Yes, touching the soul as only beauty can 
Sensual curves of creativity 
Speak to me in a new language 
Show to me an abstract landscape 
Sings in a voice of such purity 
That rising, it brings me nearer to 
Heaven than ever I have approached before 
And seeing them for the first time I did not know eyes could be so brown
Nobody, not even the song of the lark, has such soft eyes… 
O, beautiful eyes that you are!