Sonnets --and thank you!

If you haven't noticed yet, I've gotten into sonnets. I decided that's my main poetry niche. I've written 13 so far and will post them when I feel they're edited well enough. A little tip for making the reading more meaningful: if you read the last words of each line they either connect the sonnet with a new idea, or they summarize the main idea of the sonnet.

Happy reading --and thanks for spending the time to read and comment :) I love to share, and this is just one way I do so.

Sonnet 9: While softly gazing at the ceiling fan

While softly gazing at the ceiling fan

My glazed eyes ponder one attitude;

 I catch with ears the whispers I would ban,

And hope as quiet whispers they will brood.

I wait silent for what I do not know,

Except that it is inescapable;

My muscles tense like tightly coiled vows

Of flames which strip me raw unbearable.

A knock upon the door awakes my soul,

And pulls me rudely from my reverie;

I float like shadow towards the malign door

But dazed I find the old porch-step lacking.

When looking down I see flowers to prove.

Sweet love was here and left me caught in love.

The Implications of Your Strength Confuse

5

The implications of your strength confuse

My emotions and leave me perplexéd;

Do I find safety in your able arms,

Or do I fear the strength superior to mine?

The way you take control is my excuse

For the comfort I find in depended

Thought and action on the more able one;

“Besides, if it were me it’d take more time.”

But I ask myself what I have to lose;

I see my future self as wretched,

Visions as a doll in your house alarm,

And I see this is not a perfect rhyme.

Which confuséd instinct do I turn to,

Content remains, but is fear overdue?

The Crowded Room is Much too Small for You

2

The crowded room is much too small for you;

From locks of hair to smiles of gold you dance,

And yet not once did you give me a glance;

But with one glance I would give all to you.

The corner suits me well, invisible

I stand alone to see you laugh and grin;

But every stolen look feels like a sin,

When girls’ more beauty than I assemble.

I see you here approaching me, and I

Cannot believe that you would speak to me;

But you believe I am what I should be;

I listen more and never hid in lies.

And as you dance away I fill with hope

That you have seen beyond the shallow scope.

Insignificant

The smallest piece of dust,
Floating on a breeze,
Sticking to me like glue;
Seems to say so much.

A crumb upon the floor,
To be swept up by a step
Or chewed on by a mouse;
And wonders why "no more?"

The tiniest lump of what,
Sitting in my valley palm,
Smiles and laughs and mocks,
Insignificantly significant.

Get in Line

Get in line!
Where does it lead?
Why, the future of course.
What's there?
A bigger line.
What happens then?

Get in line!
Where does it lead?
The future of course.
What's there?
The biggest line.
And I get in line?

Get in line!
Now what happens?
Another line.
Then another?
Yes another.
Does it end?
No it does not.

Then why get in line?

Only the Shallows are Warm

Dip one toe in
The water is warm
So much time wasted
Wading in

So jump instead
Into the depths
Only to be cold
Frozen cold

Only the shallows are warm