A Midlife Sonnet for the Male
by Tony Whitaker
Who lit this flambeau and lost midlife soul afire
Though I know her trusted love thus shall never be won
And now too late undone this wisp a tryst begun
You're prompt to pour my pounding heart upon your pyre
Too long I stayed possessed tasting time your pure desire
I prayed for the day you would feel my sun
Instead you read and saw what you had won
You conquered, turned and walked as my tortured soul did burn
A devotion propels this soul to a time when I was the one
When once I tracked my prey to feed this selfish pride
As only sex would sate my depraved self-esteem
Divorced my life a knife cut deep inside
To friends I won fair hearts with these words I sing
But until you smiled I filed a pile of nothing
Author's Note: I love the iambic meter of the Sonnet as it fulfills my metrical musical need. And it is "filed" and not "filled" for enquiring minds.
Posted on 05/07/2007
Copyright © 2021 Tony Whitaker
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 05/07/07 at 03:32 PM|
I wish I could write these. I don't seem to have a knack for them. You, on the other hand, did a terrific job.
|Posted by Danny Washington on 05/07/07 at 06:18 PM|
Beautiful, and inspiring! I have been considering trying a sonnet myself, but I don't believe i'm up for the challenge. This however is wonderful.
|Posted by A. Paige White on 05/08/07 at 01:56 AM|
Quite a beautiful midlife missive and not easily dismissed from any pile of styles. Very enjoyable reading.