December
Morning
December morning, well before the start
of
memory or planning for the day,
just
half-awake I hear the birds at play
and
give no thought to how things fall apart.
I lie so still I know the secret heart
of
all that breathes and all that drifts away;
and
as the room dissolves from black to gray
I
think of X-rays and the doctors’ charts. . . .
. . . a year ago? The day they broke the news
I
still recall the tremor in your face
and walking to the car on stumbling
feet
and
fearing every little pain or bruise.
Last
night I reached to find you in your place,
forgetting,
and touched only icy sheets.
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Today was my first full day off from work in about three weeks. I have done a little writing, but very disjointed and fragmentary. Lucky for me, Sam Peralta over at tonight's dVerse Form For All has us writing Miltonic sonnets--and one of my fragments lent itself easily to the form. I was able to keep the meter and the rhymes very close, with the ABBAABBACDECDE form. I also tried to stay true to Milton's ordinary use of indented lines. Happy writing, all! Hopefully I will not be called in to work tomorrow, and I can do what I enjoy--reading and commenting on y'all's wonderful poetry!
[Edited: I need to pay better attention before posting. I removed an extra "?" in l. 9 that remained after moving some phrases around. I kept playing with that line, and still do not care for it as it is. Maybe later.]
[Edited: I need to pay better attention before posting. I removed an extra "?" in l. 9 that remained after moving some phrases around. I kept playing with that line, and still do not care for it as it is. Maybe later.]
