Hello, and happy Saturday! It’s been a week full of busyness for me. Being ‘quarantined’ really isn’t all that bad when you’re living with 7 other people, and I’ve managed to stay amused – mainly by baking, reading, cooking, studying, sleeping, and hanging out with the crazy but wonderful people I call family. It’s been a good time. 😀 That said, I’m excited to be set free from my cage on Monday and dance out into the wide free world for a few more weeks of holiday. Christmas makes me very happy. 😀
Today’s poem has nothing to do with the happiness that I’m generally filled with currently. It’s actually completely the opposite. It’s a poem that I wrote last semester, and it’s from the point of view of a person who is grieving the loss of someone else. I also chose to wrote it in a style that I haven’t dipped into much before. You might remember my other sonnet that I shared back here in the Spring? If so, this poem is rather similar in structure. And when I actually think about it, in theme as well… Oh, and title. Maybe that’s a coincidence? I think they’re rather different, but I guess I’ll leave that up to you to decide. 😀
- They say that he gives his beloved sleep, but I am no longer his beloved.
- Instead it is 3am and I am sitting in the closet keeping company with winter coats and this 10-cent notebook I found beneath my bed.
- Have you ever wondered why willows weep?
- I never knew how many moths are attracted to a single lighted window. I watch them bang helpless, devoted to the glass.
- Floorboards groan beneath bare feet, tired of the constant, shifting pressure.
- I am tired too.
- Tired of silent porches and empty kitchens and only one car in the driveway.
- Tired of grass heavy with sweet dawn dew, like a tear stained pillow.
- What is the secret of the laughing doves nesting in the old cedar?
- I have learned that sunrise slowly loses its magic after watching it 27 mornings in a row.
- Perhaps there is something to be said in defence of the colour grey.
- At least I feel like I am seen when another grim day dawns.
- I wonder if the number one feels lonely.
- My heart beats I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.
So, what do you think? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this free-form sonnet of mine! Let’s chat in the comments. 🙂