The Impossible Machine
SONNET #1: A SONNET OF LONGING
Is fear of love really fear?
Can I imagine fearing love,
when the thought grows near?
Or growing fierce with different thorns?
Even the crushed heart
Relinquishes its art
A spice in someone's cup
Even those shoed on the pianos of
some love affair
Play quiet music when
once-fond eyes turn blind
He may watch her pass and equally
Dull hearts may turn to his
Loneliness, the heartfelt shadow
Is in cups with Hope.
SONNET #2: TANTALIZING LOVE
Such heartless hearts
That wend away from innocence
Purple eyes that shed the soft
Fond eyes in walls around the blind:
The total love for one eternal flower
A love that even clips it at its root--
The cruel moments of a heart for sake of
The death of leaving off
all thoughts of death--
The wild scent of things past sense
The normal weather caught in stormy eyes
Or painful birth of irrequisite deceits
Love’s cup quavers on the lips
The tongue is parched and the eyes spill it
by Nathan Coppedge