A Poem About Loss

“A Poem About Loss”

She closes eyes and briefly takes a breath;

remembers scent of him where lay his head.

She covers up her face with sheet instead;

remembers melodies before his death.

She slides her hands along the silken cloth.

She winces as the bed sheets now are spread

into a layered box where now he beds.

She wanders like a kind of muted moth

as now he sleeps in white and huddled hutch

and blanketed with warmth, she hears his voice:

“The soul is kept alive by human touch

so I will never leave you; that’s my choice.”

Imaginary arms embrace as such

but loss so loathsome she cannot rejoice.

 

Form for poem: referred to as a “George Gordon/Lord Byron” Italian sonnet. Rhyme

scheme: abba;abba; cdcdcd.) Iambic Pentameter.

“Sonnet to Deception”

 

“Sonnet to Deception”

This lover’s tale is one that’s beastly bold.

His eyes become a glowing, red-hot choir

as near her hearth, his craft a wanton fire.

He captures soon her heart; his lies unfold.

He grips with careful hand and brazen soul

her hungry heart now buried ‘neath the liar.

And in his craftiness but one desire:

to take her and to crush her with his lies.

 

Now blows the wintry rain against the pane.

and silence grips the ashes in the grate.

Now crying and a tapping’s heard again.

He’s searching for most innocent of mate.

Naivete is gone; her trust, inane

as now she listens; not with love, but hate.