Sonnet (of sort)
by , 03-10-2009 at 10:42 AM (1876 Views)
Here is another attempt at writing a poem:
Tangled bed sheets soiled with regretted passion
Last night was the last time, she said, he said only
you I want. Heaped on the floor, face ashen,
with yearning, fingers clinging to his shirt, fondly.
Late sun’s rays and morning’s noise wakes her from sleep,
Sepia dreams of innocent bisque doll
gently fades away; now severed and cheap.
How lost – years lost! Misplaced love, it was all:
white lies, motel bills, false kisses,
unfulfilled promises, repressed toxic guilt,
such is the life of shelved mistresses
who are soon forgotten, and like flowers, wilt.
What thick veil covers the truth and how true
love is fiddled away by those we falsely woo.



