Day one at the elementary
and I send two into the fray and pass
into my static daytime reverie
of screens and desks and carpeting and glass.
...When I release you to sleep's little death
I find my own oblivion in night
and neither follow you, nor waste a breath
in consternation. But I face, in light
the headlines. Strange scenarios. And live
the agony of separation new--
as after incubation, I would give
you to the light, not dreaming, as you grew
that my being would be hollow and unset--
until at evening's onset, we are met.
Perhaps not my best sonnet, and a little stilted. But it's always nice to actually write one again. If I can do it, I would like to write one to post here every now and then. We'll see how that goes...
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