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Sonnets. KEDJ

 

 

Talking Tough

 

 

 

I've taken refuge in the lower bunk

these last 3 months. Our daughter sleeps above,

and though I rarely join her till I'm drunk

it's hard for me to sleep. You used to love

to wake me in that giant bed of yours.

Well, go ahead, sprawl any way you will;

no fear you'll wake me now. And close both doors

tight shut, too, while you're at it, for I still

remember that I left my life in there,

and some fine day, when I have had enough,

I just might want it back. Not that I care,

come daylight, because then I'm out of here,

But in the evening, though I may talk tough,

I'd rather have another. Thank you, dear.

 

 

Avert Your Eyes…

 

You love to tell me what I ought to do

To save the man who’s been my second skin:

“Try this, take that. Try doctors; here’s a few:.

A specialist will make him well again—“

We don’t APPROVE of pain. “Call someone in:

This fellow puts a name to it: ask him.”

The world is full of tragedies, my friend:

Avert your eyes if you can’t take it. “Send

him anywhere, so long as it’s away.”

“No, simply leave him for the children’s sake.”

So said two colleagues just the other day,

Administering a little verbal shake

--for my own good, of course. No, thank you all:

cowards who quail before a great man’s fall!

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Sonnets are difficult for me to write, so I'm not very good for critique. However, I can tell you that these two peices seemed to radiate a feeling of emptiness and sadness. A sense of "why bother, I give up, yet, do I want to give up?" As if the person it is about is wholly torn in their pain.

 

So, if that is the emotion you were expressing, then I got it! :0) Sometimes the most intense situations are best expressed in a sonnet. Thank you for sharing, I hope to see more from you.

 

~Salinye :fairy:

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