A pause caused by days of travelling. Now, today a sonnet from my collection "Blue's Song of the Earth". If you want to see more of these, send me an email or leave a comment.
Foundlings Twelve: Leave him alone with rage
Source: ‘Turn of Events’ by Nigel Suratt)
Like the last time he looked onto this page,
When it spat like the recollections of
Condescending scum of a bygone age.
Didn’t put his hand to his mouth to cough.
Savage relinquished memory they gave.
Take it away, leave him alone with rage.
Let the sense of their dignity behave,
Be the measure, be the temperature gauge.
The sun sets like it never did before.
Sky goes red, anger passes into peace,
Leaves the madness which knows how to keep score,
Places itself in the solitude which
Makes itself uncomfortable so that he’s
Alone in the dark waiting for some switch.
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