Fall Semester Sonnet

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Insomniac, I wake, open the envelope of the day and

shove another act inside

as if the day were expandable, made of pleats,

an extraordinary accordion capable of melody

every time I squeeze, not

some exhausted drone, a whine or tumble of

falling keys, of rain-soaked shoes, of numb-finger

stitches, belated appointments and warmed-over meals,

the bones of my spine dully aching, rain

dashing at the window.

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Shove too hard and the day snaps back

spits you out

yellow smear across the sidewalk, all your sorries useless

as a sweater raveling holes against the freezing wind.

 

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Notes–all photos taken on the West Quoddy dock on October 27, 2018.

This sonnet is for the students in my Poetry as Social Action class at NSCAD; their challenge was to try to compose at least one sonnet of some sort this week. Just so they know, I too am wakeful with poetry.

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