A Sonnet In Memoriam
Monday, 27. April 2009 - 9:29 pm
Can’t yell out at you now for
Inflamed fights over small beer–
A yell once in months two or eight, or a year or
In smoking afternoons or hazy rings of eventides
In stinking cellars or dizzy stairs–
Verbal brawls wasted and
Now long forgotten
Now recalled in raw hurt.
The yell eternally strangled,
A promise to remain unfulfilled,
A source parched forever,
A call met with inaudible echo,
A wide-hued painting turned stark White–
A life of promise sliced by a fatal incision.
Tags: Death of a Friend, In Memoriam, Original Poetry, Poem, Poetry, Sonnet in Memoriam, Writing
2. May 2009 - 8:49 am
but yell … never the less yell
if you don’t exercise those vocals
whereof the tongue will rest
it’ll jus roll back
when it shud roll out
when the yell is answered
with the honey of a sweet open mouth
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