Sonnet XXVIII: A Vow I Fend
May 22th 2021
Who comes from my thoughts of prior time?
I ooze like sap from a wounded timber,
And cling to you like an ant in amber.
Now, you will leap from branch-to-branch, and climb
Upward, near the seat of an older crime,
Hoping to find me relaxed and limber.
Who's the best to wound my soul, my old friend?
Who long ago walked along my side, near
You breach my core with dewy words of sleep.
Who finds I do not hide the sorrows' keep!
You've come to loot my guarded secrets penned.
Who comes round the curve discovers not a jeer
Or frown, rather, they find a vow I fend,
To bury your bones underneath this pier.
A/N: This is an Italian sonnet consisting of a sestet stanza of; A,B,B,A,A,B, followed by an octet stanza of; C,D,E,E,C,D,C,D rhyme scheme.
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoéziaI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
