|The Rhyme Maker
S. H. Bass
Love and Romance
Special Rhyme List: Copyrighted poetry
often unnamed and numbered, especially when they are part of a
“sonnet sequence”. This tradition inspired these sonnets and
their titles. The
idea was to write a two-sonnet sequence covering the “first days”
and the latter days of romance, thus “Sonnet #1" and "Sonnet
#1,234". Get it?
sonnet is a very structured form of poetry. Fourteen lines, written
in iambic pentameter (10-beats, or syllables, per line.), with a
structured rhyme scheme.
better examples of the sonnet here at vintagewinepoems.com, check out Elizabeth
Barrett Browning, John
Lowell , and
May I suggest
that you play Sinatra's version of “Moon River” by
Henry Mancini and Johnny Mercer while you read these sonnets?
classic song, as rendered by Frank Sinatra, was playing in my head as I
wrote them. (For Sinatra, words do matter!)
S. H. Bass
more S. H. Bass at
A Wine Poem
An Altar Boy's Lament
With Bread . . . Sell With Cheese
To White Zinfandel
Our Vintage Years
Wine and Black Coffee
In The Wine
Poet's Wine (a prose poem)
Can Be Said About Both Wine And Poetry
is . . .
Knows No Winter
Thy Name Is Woman
Translations into English Verse:
To Beauty by Charles
Wine Of Lovers
by Charles Baudelaire
Wine Of The Murderer by Charles
Wine Of The Rag-Pickers by Charles
Wine Of The Solitary
by Charles Baudelaire
the past year I've given up by Cecci
Clusters Of Grapes
by Giovanni Pascoli
H. Bass (b. 1956), American writer/poet
first kiss tasted of strawberry wine
wine more of the lab than the field).
sips from your lips – I swear the famed vine
of France never produced such a yield!
clumsy and cautious to be called “lust”.
on denim, the limits given,
the trees and the leaves and the dust.
– wary of mothers (nothing escapes
ardent inspection from limbs to hems),
sat in those woods, like two grooming apes,
each other of leaves and stems.
night on the phone, we talked for some time,
love and limits and strawberry wine.
old song with Sinatra's phrasing,
Autumn moon's reflection in the wine,
bread – a loaf just for our grazing,
gentle hand anywhere close to mine.
younger days, amid life's “why's” and “how's”,
note would pass (perhaps we'd had a fight):
simple sonnet filled with “Thy-s” and “Thou-s”,
smile – the promise of later that night.
this moon, you are my wine and bread,
“huckleberry friend” of whom Frank sings.
the sonnets, all the words we have said
in the stillness that this moment brings.
crossed that river “wider than a mile”.
can still undress me with just thy smile.
from Bottled Poetry: Verses
From The Vine, edited
by Stephen H. Bass (Robinsonville, MS:
Spilt Wine Publishing Co.,
2013). © 2013 Stephen
H. Bass. All rights
reserved. Posted at vintagewinepoems.com with the permission
Stephen H. Bass.
S. H. Bass (b. 1956): Stephen
H. Bass is an American writer/poet. The webmaster of
fingers are typing these words. He will now switch to the
person - singular.
call myself a “writer” is a heralding of avocation rather than
occupation, although wielding a creative “pen in hand” has always
been an ancillary part of my earning a living. While creating plans
and content for the various communications needs of a business entity
is not exactly the stuff of the creative writer, the challenges of
simplifying the complex, enlivening the mundane, celebrating the
everyday . . . this is the “stuff” of all successful
communications – from the sonnet to the business memorandum.
The stereotype of the struggling young artist
tables” as he plugs away at his craft in his “off-hours”, is a template
that lays over my life quite nicely (if not snuggly) - for forty years now. The tables I currently wait upon are covered with
green felt rather than a checkered tabled cloth, my current occupation
being that of a floor supervisor in the table games department of a casino. Other tables I have “waited on”
retail sales counter, the salesman’s cubbyhole, and the manager’s desk
- with an extended period as a manager of a local wine shop.
the “struggling young artist” title: I am still “struggling”,
with the rest of middle-class America. I feel
young! I am, however,
old enough to realize that “artist” is a title best conveyed upon one
rather than claimed for oneself.
have some things to say: some thoughts to share, some stories
to tell - you should be hearing from me. vintagewinepoems.com
is but a whisper, a “Psst - hey buddy . . . .”
from a darkened
- S. H. Bass
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