Bohemian Highway

I took the scenic route
 - home, the
straight and narrow sounded
far too restrictive for a Bohemian
upbringing - dead ends

and places of no return seem to hold the interest
of poetic minds and ex-Russian spies,

appreciating
both the warmer climate, and an un-
orthodox faith in rhubarb pie
and bratwurst on a
stick...

bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011

posted for Jingle Poetry: Poetry Potluck Monday - Road ahead

Sonnet I - I felt of autumn

i felt of autumn beneath an apple tree
gathered on bed of leaf and sage nestled firm
where you first imparted sweet tenderness to me
and my love for you I did so ardently confirm,
my age not great enough to total understand
the given weighing of this latest mortal fall
taking the fruit, slicing it between our God and man
leave it i shall!  'til my breath moves to filter all
creed and dogma; the altars built of sculptor's stone
for a shelter, a canopy that shades world above
and know a garden which you (so gently) kissed into this bone
uniting shame to salvation, gift of autumn's gracious love -
a passion merged blessed; beauty standing without heaven's reason
as repentence banned, suspended (still) - seeks its own earthly season


bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2010


sonnet number 1