SONNET VIII

old one i never published...

The sun hid its face like a guilty child,

And the night--it sliced sharp like a razor.

Jennifer smiled and I knew she was wild,

And my words just did not seem to phase her.

She had a way that made life seem okay;

As her smile made despondency scatter.

She could make all of my cares go away

As she told me “It just doesn’t matter.”

So what can I say about Jennifer?

There are no words that do not sound like “fluff.”

Even beauty could not compete with her,

Because beauty is not pretty enough.

And she waltzes like an autumn’s mourning

Like a requiem without a warning . . .

Reviews

[Mizo4]

awesome poem, the character sounds interesting and it has good emotion.

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem you have penned.

[Emily B]

you should have published it, it's a brilliant portrait