wistfully holds
futures passed and gone
scent of promise
wistfully holds
visions of newlyweds
his heart quickens
futures passed and gone
offspring born and grown
love for her transcends
scent of promise
flourishing with each grain
passion begotten
The sky began its concert, with hues that melt his heart. His wife shouts from a distance, “Mon amour nous sommes tous à la table, viens vite, nous t’attendons!”He slowly turns to go and looks with love at his hand, “I love the handful of the earth you are.”
Written for MindLoveMiserysMenagerie – Sunday Writing Prompt 223 – We are inspired by a sonnet by Pablo Neruda and we can take any line or the entire poem to inspire a story. I have chosen to write a Troiku with a narrative which I call a Troibun (taken from Haibun) A Troiku is a new form of haiku created by Chevrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.
Sonnet XVI by Pablo Neruda
I love the handful of the earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet,
I have no other star. You are my replica
of the multiplying universe
Your wide eyes, are the only light I know
from extinguished constellations;
your skin throbs like the streak
of a meteor through rain.
Your hips were that much of the moon for me;
your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun;
your heart, fiery with its long red rays,
was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing
you – compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 