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Saturation (Sonnet 1)
by Glenn CurrierOh when shall sky's torrential gifts subside?
The thirst of earth departed long ago.
Your love's profusion I cannot abide
You quenched my lust and spent my passion's glow.
But deeper still beneath the woman's skin
A need and longing for a steady rain
The kind that slowly penetrates within
Where saturation heals the hidden pain.
Beyond the juicy stem and gated mind
Between the isle of ire there lies a place
Where willows bend and rightness does not bind
And trust of poplar listens deep with grace.
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Below, the soil is drunk from storms above
But never soaked are souls infused with love. 11/04/2002 Posted on 11/05/2002
Copyright © 2026 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/05/02 at 04:45 AM I'm not usually drawn to sonnets but this is a superb metaphoric exercise Glenn.
"Below, the soil is drunk from storms above
But never soaked are souls infused with love." is simple brilliant. Call the publisher...soon. Peace... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/05/02 at 05:16 PM Quite creative for your first (?) sonnet, Glenn. Form, rhyme and flow all working nicely together with (pardon the pun) whetting imagery. |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/08/02 at 02:59 AM Oh... Charlie.. this is wonderful! It sweeps the reader through the storm.. with passion. I love the lines....Beyond the juicy stem and gated mind
Between the isle of ire there lies a place
Where willows bend and rightness does not bind
And trust of poplar listens deep with grace.
But the whole poem Charlie, is a masterpiece! |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/08/02 at 03:00 AM *blushing profusley>.... *.. and If I call you Charlie one more time Glenn.you can sock me!!!! *sheesh*.. maybe the computer problem .. is the operator? Ya think?????? |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 11/08/02 at 07:02 AM *speechless at the poem's beauty* |
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