Buffy ended, car stuff
21-May-03
Buffy’s series finale was last night. No spoilers, but it was a good enough ending to the series.
My Civic hybrid test drive is tomorrow– that should be fun.
Today is probably the last time I drive the rented Prius; I have to take it back tomorrow, and need to check my rental agreement to see if I should return it tonight or if it’s due back tomorrow during the day.
I got the minivan’s tires rotated and oil changed today. Probably won’t have to do that again before I sell it.
Escrow closes around June 5th. This is good because it means the escrow will close soon. However, it disturbs any travel plans I might have wanted to make for my shutdown week. Ah, well. Too bad. I should clean the garage anyway.
I wrote two sonnets yesterday. I need some advice on one of them, because I want to polish it up in time for Saturday (which means , don’t read behind the cut!)
Sonnet #1
A quiet foot fall marks the blush
Of a daughter’s cheek and tender touch.
Lips close in, soft breath, soft hush.
The world in the balance– or nothing much.
Eyelashes like moths beside a flame
Flutter around her wide green eyes.
A powerless heart has no name
And neither does she– unelss she lies.
Deception’s impossible for one like her
A soft, moonlit maiden that I love.
The low lost light fades her to a blur
I lay my mouth on her beauty from above.
Tangled in her faded embrace.
I am hers until the world is erased.
This is the one I need help with. The problematic lines are starred with an asterisk.
Sonnet #2
Love lives in the quiet places.
It is in a hand, tightly held.
It is in close-scented embraces.
It is the moment when bodies meld.
Love lies in the still, silent times.
It is the good-bye kiss.
And all awkward love rhymes.
Love is that, but it is also this:
Love is frustrating, crying-out calls.*
It’s passion and fire and stubborn pride.*
Love is hard work, breaking down walls.*
Love is the truth that can’t be denied.*
It’s a great gift to marry your best friend.*
Love is there now. It does not end.
The 5 lines that are asterisked are marked because they’re too long, and they don’t have the right “tone.” This is a poem for a wedding– I want to introduce the “love is hard work” theme, but without making it sound like it’s all about strife.