Belated Words

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Tag: sonnet

  • Sonnet: writing

    
It was a fear of failing, forced to face
the truth so blithely drown by hiding dreams
in days and tossing nights that held my place
in time, banality, or so, it seemed.
Always the thought was there: to write, release
the only thing I owned uniquely mine;
my take, but excuses would never cease
to take their toll; depleting pride and time.
But age at last with fingers raised to take
a pulse along my neck with icy tips
on wrinkled skin did startle me awake;
so now, alone for hours with moving lips,
I sit composing verse and smile and fret
and curse, but never do I feel regret.

  • More!

    I glanced you captured there inside your glare;
    your mouth drawn tight, a knurled apple agape,
    with silent shrieks more shrill than one could bear.
    My God! No touch or words or meds could sate
    your frantic mind; unlock, release the glut
    of images that only you could see.
    You spoke a dialogue…narrating, but
    all vague; so jumbled up…a horrid clutch…
    and then… I feared you lost for evermore.
    Your eyes were dead but you pulled near to me
    and grasp my arm and paused to question, “More?”
    For an instant your eyes they lived, begged me
    to understand your plea and I responded, “More!”
    Our silly game remembered, “I love you!”
    Then the other responds, “I love you, more!”
    ………ad infinitum