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NNET Posted by Oren O Cousins on August 8, 2011 at 6:30am View My Blog
A SICILIAN SONNET
What woodland sprite could tell me how to treasure
Love, for I suspect magic’s in the giving
And receiving of this life’s sweetest pleasure .
Imagine God molding clay into living
Man and woman! What joy!
The greatest measure Of His boundless love.
This God so forgiving!
Why when we stumble over stones we censure
Ourselves? What woodland sprite can teach us bringing
Mercy to our lives is part of love’s power?
Begin with self-love. Let it grow.
Avoid faking. Or treasuring love like gold or some flower
Torn from gardens. Prevent your heart from breaking: Feed it kind words.
Don’t let it see you cower When love’s magic stares you down.
Don’t start shaking!
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ABOUT THE POET, Salvatore Buttaci. A retired teacher who writes poems and stories daily. His two flash-fiction collections are available at Amazon.com. Both Flashing My Shorts and 200 Shorts were published by All Things That Matter Press.
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