a quiet death, a momentary lapse
of reason, slurred cognition, vision blurred,
the fearful soundless waves, the mental traps
relinquished, love now vacant, life absurd.
a broken shovel pounding, blazing stove
for charring hopes and melting timeless dreams,
forgotten, acquiescence now inferred.
a creature of the dirt, a plundered trove,
a catastrophic ripping at the seams
of microscopic dignity, deterred.
or on a freezing star, intrepid soul,
with fervour, condescending all the while,
still glowering at mem’ries, filthy pile
of hate unfurling, rage beyond control.
4.09
s.d.
Monday, April 20, 2009
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Amazing! That's all I can say.
ReplyDeleteNice sonnet, SD. If I were to guess, you went hoggin on Saturday night (a creature of the dirt, a plundered trove, a catastrophic ripping at the seams), woke up Sunday morning and murdered her (rage beyond control). Jeez, i didn't think you were that kind of guy.
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