Thursday, May 24, 2007

Order of the Arrow (American Sonnet)

I can lay here in the clearing
flattening the long grasses
and not say a word

you know it's not really blackness if you are patient
but a forgotten wonder we've all got used to

somewhere tired men are turning wrenches
and babies are rocked to sleep
somewhere lovers, love
and somewhere fighters, fight
everyone else is watching tv shows tonight

i'm just wondering about the stars
excited for whatever is next

5 comments:

Chris said...

Nice!

Steve Caratzas said...

Beautiful.

liz said...

I like this one.

katrocket said...

this is my favourite sonnet of yours so far - really well done!

Philly Guy said...

I'm offering to buy everyone an all you can eat breakfast today if you're in the Philly Qualifier and a ranked eater.