Sonnet 4

by Ken Harnisch

I sorely wish I could forget you, dear
Then how easy would be this bird’s ascent
And those memories from our yesteryear
Would go the way so many others went
The photographs, which are yellowing now,
Gathering stony dust in vaults of steel;
The letters, which spoke the eternal vow
Now seem so comical, and so unreal;
The songs we sang on icy winter nights;
The love we shared when we stole the chances;
The movies we saw under city lights;
Even memories of unshared dances
I dread them all, and still, I keep them near
Which is why, again, I’m your slave this year


Author's Note: one more of 50...

Posted on 09/06/2011
Copyright © 2022 Ken Harnisch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/06/11 at 09:04 AM

Fascinating dread/love relationship. I like how the past words somehow seem comical and yet, and yet.... Great sonnet.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 09/06/11 at 11:39 AM

A lovely sonnet. Has all the correct elements. Beautifully crafted.

Posted by Kristine Briese on 09/07/11 at 12:37 PM

Wonderful imagery, and perfect flow. Lovely.

Posted by Tony Whitaker on 09/08/11 at 07:30 AM

Absolutely loved it. Its good to see a Sonnet! Good show!

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