#dissillusionment
...might as well be?
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCLXXXV)
Lo, now the moon peers in to splash a pale
Glance 'cross Mum's carpet, up my legs and thence
Upon these silent hands sans voice, a sense
Thet silver eye just watches, what'd avail?
The Scriptures. As tree silhouettes detail
Nigh ghastly clouds with blackened figures, hence
Recall "...one glory of the sun--" fr'intents:
"...Another of the moon--" what, in betrayl?
Forsooth. I am not Mum, nor shall in poor
Scuse ever match up. Yet what should I do?
My aunt sez God has me still here as twere
To do His will. I can't but own tis true.
Dreams, prayrs, half mock what is. Whatever, fer
All that is my work? Someday swear I knew?
09Jul17a
Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC