Monday, April 20, 2009

a quiet death

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.

2 comments:

  1. Amazing! That's all I can say.

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  2. Nice 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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