Saturday, February 8, 2014

Second Saturday's Sonnet

River

By Eric Meub


 

 
 
 
 

An unexpected gust puffs flames into
the candles, blowing suns across the glow
of water. Flashes let the waves slip through
like fabric over muscles in the flow.

The water gathers up; the weighted air
massages down. The river rolls to take
delight in every touch, disrobing where
a boat unzips the dazzle with its wake.

A squint can filter all but the caress,
that net of dancing crosses, as if sight
could isolate a touch, as if the press
of skin to skin could unfurl sheets of light.

She cups the river water where it’s calm
and cool. A sun disc flutters in her palm.

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Copyright © 2014 by Eric Meub
Eric Meub, architect, lives and practices in Pasadena. He is the adopted brother of the artist, Susan C. Price. They respect, in their different ways, the line.

2 comments:

  1. Today's sonnet by Eric Meub, a glorious metaphor of river as human body, illustrated by Susan C. Price. Read it several times, rise and roll and fall back in ecstasy. [Thank you, Eric! Thank you, Susan!]

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