Exiting the glass-and-steel hotel
Where Mom had just regaled us with a brunch
As newlyweds, so we’d be toasted well,
I felt my raincoat whispering a hunch.
That stylish wrap between the world and me
Said “Look out at this slate-grey, drizzly day.”
So, fumbling for our borrowed Jaguar’s key,
I gazed out toward the park across the way.
Suddenly, for a moment then, time froze,
Soul bridging body, coat, car, buildings, rain
In absolute perfection and repose.
Then I walked on, and time began again.
I met you at the car, and you described
The selfsame vision you had just imbibed.
Those moments are few and far between. Nicely done sonnet. (I always think a person shouldn't call himself a poet until he has written a sonnet.) Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sonnet has always been my favourite form of poetry. This piece is well crafted Max. Fully aware of the level of difficulty involved with penning the genre. I've just posted 'The Ultimate Voyage & Sonnet To Lee' recently. GWG