Something new, an Exphrastic Trireme Sonnet written today per instructions from poet Samuel Peralta for Form for All at dversepoets.com ...
Words crying out to be freed and written
to his long time wife he scripted an ode
pen inclined to paper tracing his blue heart
From love's first sight til her now fate given
when rain falling distilled about her brow
rainbows growing to bridge their times apart
Letters were sealed by his moist lips to send
(she waited for them in tide pool's mangrove)
kept them tied in blue ribbon in her armoire
Branches bow low and soft billowed clouds wend
soft warm breezes in places they once strode
Sharing a hammock of legs hands and arms
he recalls she asked of him, "...tell me, then,
where do you begin...and...where do I end?"