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One Hundred and Fifty-Five Sonnets - 7. a sham
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Sonnet No. 13
Rising from the pool, water dots your skin,
While your body wet and shining is like
A pure sheet of glass, making my head spin,
And my troubles you effortlessly strike.
At that moment pause internal/external –
How we look and what we feel near and far –
For time stretches the temporal/eternal,
Making what we will be, now what we are.
Your flesh is a million faultless round mirrors
Reflecting back to me a love perfect,
But dull are they to the smile that endears,
And of the future makes me recollect.
With my mouth I will scoop the drops seen there,
And bring them to your lips for us to share.
Sonnet No. 14
A sham, a botch, a wreck is all my work –
As it comes tumbling down about my ear
To ring like cracked bells that my duties shirk
Each time I try to say what I hold dear.
Failure stalks my door as a hungry wolf
Baying: "Never good enough; never good…"
And it makes me tremble within myself
To think that I will never be understood.
Yet – somehow – through the tears that are welling,
A little thought can come to comfort me,
One that is a budding beyond all telling,
Namely, that all my words are ones you'll see.
For through my grief, I know you will read them,
And Love can graft onto your swelling stem.
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