Aug 2018
I wanna just sleep all night out here.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCCCXLIV)
Out where the bullfrogs loudly chorus, dense
Night cut by lightning flashes' silent tale
Above the North, an airplane's voice in frail
Excuse at intervals 'non slicing thence
Through deeper calm as crickets' throbbing sense
Of playing at second fiddle in the pale
Chill keeps time, where ne winds pass through t'avail,
Yet as the moist air smells like summer, whence?
I wonder. It's like camping as it were
Upon the city's edge, where trucks sift through
The intersection, cars now too, but fer
All that none speaks. Clouds are worn fragments blue
E'en watches melt away. And ne soul'd stir.
I hug my knees and wish YOU were here too.
20Aug18b
(sonnet #MMMMMMMCCCXLIV)
Out where the bullfrogs loudly chorus, dense
Night cut by lightning flashes' silent tale
Above the North, an airplane's voice in frail
Excuse at intervals 'non slicing thence
Through deeper calm as crickets' throbbing sense
Of playing at second fiddle in the pale
Chill keeps time, where ne winds pass through t'avail,
Yet as the moist air smells like summer, whence?
I wonder. It's like camping as it were
Upon the city's edge, where trucks sift through
The intersection, cars now too, but fer
All that none speaks. Clouds are worn fragments blue
E'en watches melt away. And ne soul'd stir.
I hug my knees and wish YOU were here too.
20Aug18b
Just a couple years ago I'd sit nestled under our red Maple tree, hugging my knees, howling silently at the moon, listening. Now those are stript I sit on the front stoop and find the effects not significantly altered after all. Laugh at me?
