Green, Terzata #50

This is all I have to say of green —

Not the perfumes or the taste,

Nor all its nuances I have seen.

Green, not red, is the color of haste,

As with all of life,

Little completely faced,

Yet the opposite of strife,

Which is hope (no, not blue),

The blunting of the knife.

Nothing, nothing is quite true.

We act before a green screen.

I speak and act only for you,

My love, scene after scene. 

Note: This is the 50th and last

of the poems I've written in a

form I invented, the Terzata. Below

are numbers 31to 50 in the blog roll.

The first 30 are here: 30 Terzata

Bond of Union (Escher), Sonnet #315

For Ruth

They say that only gravity can make an orb,
That when two pliable objects come together,
An attracting force at their centers will absorb
All imbalance, all turbulence, wind and weather,
And even out the distance from center to rim
To form a satisfying equilibrium.
The loves of men and women are beribboned air,
Much that's empty and much almost decorated.
It's up to each to seek the beautiful and fair,
To smile, to look past the moment, sad or sated
(Though we'd wrestle the sun if it would hold the day!),
When the moment is over and has rolled away.
My love, our ribbons tighten and, like gravity,
Have made a single perfectly round you and me.