Did you think you were going to get away with reading no love sonnets this Valentine’s season? It’s time for our yearly poem to our belayers. Forgive the longing in my adaptation of Shakespeare’s Sonnet LVII:
Sonnet 5-to-7
Being your belayer, what should I do but tend
Upon the lowers and catches of your desire?
I have no precious rope at all with which to send,
Nor belays to give, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the bouldering hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the check-in for you,
Nor feel the loneliness of absence devour
When you have bid your climbing once adieu;
Nor dare I ponder with my jealous whims
Where you may send, or what you may climb,
But, like a sad trad dad, stay and think of no gyms
Save, where you are how strong you make send-time.
So true a trick is love that in your attempt,
Though you may hang-dog, he holds no contempt.
How much does your belaytionship affect your climbing?
Warm regards,
Co-writer
thedihedral.com 
Great metaphors – equating depending on your belayer to hold you up, whilst we wait for someone to “catch our desires”!
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Thanks so much!
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My best wishes to all of you , thanks for you all’ s helping nature .
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Thank you!
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Pretty well done, I think, pretty well done.
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Thank you!
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Best love sonnet ever.
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🥺🥺thanks, Martha!
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“nor dare i chide the bouldering hour”
ahahah! that’s so good!
good climbing relationships require that partners ask each other if they would mind “giving them a patient belay”
https://www.climbing.com/skills/how-to-hangdog-sport-climbing/
otherwise, like the sonnet’s website says, there will be a ” festering sore which cannot heal and that the declared slave…”, our belay partner in this context, will be “standing on the brink of open rebellion”
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Agree! Thank you!
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