Posted on April 28, 2004 in Memes Poems
Yes, I took my every-loving feet dragging time writing my own “sonnet” and I shameless ignored the call to perform in iambic pentameter as is traditional for this form. Others who responded to the April 15 meme at Bouts Rāmes fared better than I and I honor them for their efforts. You should do the same.
Fractured, dead monuments
inscribed with sepulchral rhyme:
Ill form like this contents
few. Only eroding Time
can spare us pain, overturn
the staggered masonry.
Let calloused hunters burn
the shards. Let memory
undo that mossed enmity
that squats in the pale room
where pink-skinned posterity
murmurs, chants to our doom.
From death none shall arise.
Only darkness when we close our eyes.