Yard Sale of Thoughts

An Honest Sonnet

White sky folds like sloughed off human flesh.
Lamplit sits in an empty red wine glass.
I've adapted the daily routine of a daisy–
eyes open at dawn and close by sunset.

Unfiltered, afternoon guitar music–
notes drip steady like a first-class relic.
I sit at the threshold, a candle lit,
pine and fennel, both allelopathic.

Acidic circle cast to prevent guests
with a scent that hints, leave me alone–
fluffy fronds kill its competition
but spill black licorice on open lips.

In growth, reproduction, and death,
nature teaches us to temper our openness.

Cover Art: Amanda Grae Platner, “Suck It Up Buttercup,” 2024

Nolan Taylor “Tear Drop”

Today, I wrote my first “American sonnet.” What’s that? Well, it’s like a regular sonnet but with optional rules. Regardless of rules, sonnet writing is a labor of word love, so I do hope you enjoy my take on this more laid-back form.

4 responses to “An Honest Sonnet”

Anonymous

Love that opening line. Wow!

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you. That was the seed of it. Now, trying to turn it into a sonnet, well, I’m not sure what I created, but I will say it was a fun ride.
  
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Poet Voice

Such a sensual experience, this sonnet!

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Katie Frances Hartless

Thank you. I sort of sighed when I saw sonnet. I love it, but it also feels like labor. I’m glad I went through the pains, though, to create this one. I appreciate your comment very much, PV. 💜

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