#01apr19
My note on this reads: "shoulda been 01Apr19--begun just after midnight turned"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXLI)
The Cardnal called as twere for me in pale
Dawn's early light--just once--as if for sense.
And lo, that line I'd penned in tribute thence
Comes to the 'fore--"...I've got [in sheer betrayl?]
A scarlet lover--" which I swiftly hail
With prayrs of "O! please give me to from hence
A man, LORD!" and how April Fools is't? dense
Wi' import finds "him" where I cherish...bail?
"Say twas an April Fool's joke--" in a poor
'Scuse for my prayrs and hopes keeps rolling through
My mind, but I dare NOT write THAT down. You're
Allowed to laugh. Nor Cardnal, sparrows to
Aught purpose cry...until "he's" gone. I stir
Me to weak smiles, cuz my heart's weary too.
02Apr19a
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
just raises brows quizzically
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXXVIII)
Soft blue skies feign a note of what fr'intents
I thought to know at dawn, whilst in betrayl
"He's" finished and quite gone, me like to scale
'Non wondring if twas all in that joke's sense
Of "April Fools!" or but a dream from hence?
To rub my eyes as groc'ries, laundry hail
Me for attention, dinner too, in frail
Excuse now feeling like I've small kids thence.
O! How I long to go outside and fer
All that, just breathe! Forget the day we knew,
Hark to the birds, and lose myself as twere
In that soft calm. But oh! that will not do.
Watch golden light draw shadows up, each fir
A lacy doily, til that sunset cue.
01Apr19b
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
...and yet I do.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXXVII)
Don't tell me that it's April Fools, the pale
Eye of these region clouds as mockry thence
Upon my first thoughts, passing through, a sense
Of morning's pure hopes on my tongue to scale,
Where I caught sight of, likeas to avail,
Dawn's fragile blushes like a maiden's, whence
I rolled this line across my tongue fr'intents:
"Ere dawn, whenas pink skirts the West--" for bail.
To top it off..."he's" on the job, and fer
All that my heart swears that he likes me too.
Go laugh at me and cite off what day'd stir--
Sich lofty visions; yet please hear me to
Effect, O LORD. Have mercy on me, poor
Though aught 'scuse, and say that he likes me's...true?
01Apr19a
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:49 PM UTC