sonnet in g minor

the grinning gray geometry of thoughts
extends its gimpy limbs with gritty skin
into the hidden meaning of "why not's"
like greedy tentacles that groan and spin,
and nude, the gorgeous gravity of time
is flaunting glamorously beads of sand
attempting vainly to conceal the grime
grotesquely tarnishing "because"'s land.
a gaud is every second, chiming cheap
around the neck of gawky fate – who cares
if in a ghastly grave i'll fall asleep
or if the stars reflect my grieving glares,
if only in the blandness of the ground
i'll find the peace that yet I haven't found?




Sonnet by Lilly Negoi
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Written on 2012-12-03 at 15:13

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Mattheoso
a cob stopper of a very good poem

may you discover a path that may lead you straight back to that peaceful place called home!.
2012-12-05