My fifth try at a sonnet. The Coursera course in modern poetry I’m taking has given me more to think about when I write. It’s been interesting to see how people analyze poetry.
A ding a ring a buzz a beep
A stress demands response direct
But naught, no acts, no thought, asleep.
A wall of pain arose unchecked.
A pain of knives so fine so keen
The pain of life not lived, sedate
To wake each day again to preen
A looking glass so full of hate.
The wise man comes too late to help
No help, he bides his patient time.
To see him fight to keep himself
From wasting every wretched climb.
There is no way to sit in peace
No path forward. Into the east.