Ode to "of"

of a proportionate depth of insight

of a thousand heartbreaks

of awe and dread;

Of chance and happenstance and foiled romance.

Of eager reception…

Of everyday travail, I take a pause

Of expectancy

of having made love to you...

Of life once vibrant, cocksure, confident.

Of love was sweet and tender, not the salt

Of morals will sustain us…

Of my affection,

Of my dedication.

Of my devotion,

Of one who loved and lost

of passioned pursuit.

Of poets who still sing the sonnet’s song.

Of sadness at the thought of those who've missed

of society.

of strength,

of love the gods bequeathed to gods

Of talents borrowed from the Muse of song and word and deed

of tender feelings unexpressed

Of the burning desire

Of the coming of the hour.

Of the earnest enthusiasm

Of the goal. There're happy ones who feel the tinge

of the internal forces which

Of the silent longing

Of the verses that we write,

Of time.  Friendships and associations

of zero and unity.