My lover has a red, red nose that drips (ITALIAN SONNET THREE)
by Paganini Jones
My lover has a red, red nose that drips,
and drips right copiously. The sneezes come
with brutal force much as a gale in fun
will wrench a flapping garden gate or flip
high in the air some jetsam at the tip.
He coughs all night. His throat is numb
and raw. The hacking cough is never done
I cannot sleep. Sighs tremble his chapped lips.
How could I love a man with such a nose
as this, who coughs and sneezes all the night
or care for one who cannot let me sleep?
Yet in the early hours I fetch a bite
of food, a cup of tea, a hottie for his toes
just as a week ago he did for me.
Posted on 06/28/2004
Copyright © 2020 Paganini Jones
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Maureen Glaude on 06/28/04 at 11:41 PM|
well, at least not a red nose from drinking!
how original and fun. I feel kinda sorry for him, as I'm prone to colds a lot myself.
|Posted by Heide McAlister-Bates on 07/03/04 at 07:47 PM|
|Posted by Agnes Eva on 07/05/04 at 03:58 AM|
heehee, nice surprise at the end - a sonnet which cycles back before itself !
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/01/08 at 04:01 PM|
I happened upon this and the title just tickled me as did the rest, and the ending is just right. Ha!