by Leonard M Hawkes
Does this truth just mask the Word,
An inconvenient write;
Secure within a darkness
Beyond the garish light?
A bitter, scathing certainty
Piercing the wounded heart,
A wretched side of honesty
Admonishing some right?
Right that’s well beyond the grasp
Of weak and fumbling hands,
Right beyond the burning
Or the suffering or the damned?
Earth holds no veracity
Uncankered by duplicity.
Author's Note: "Free sonnet" with thoughts of Hesse's Demian.
Posted on 03/13/2016
Copyright © 2023 Leonard M Hawkes
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 03/14/16 at 08:44 PM|
Really like this piece!
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/16/18 at 12:46 AM|
Oh how rare for me to find a sonnet here. Well-crafted and loved rhymes. Your poem says so much about the inadequacy of words to capture deeper reality, and comparing Abraxas to the Word and the oblique directions it sends us in was fascinating. Thanks Leonard.