Sonnet: An Unlaced Life
Getting back into the flow of writing, mostly with wordplay and poems. I'm a creative soul, from childhood to middle age, and my joy is to produce new things the world has never seen before. I'm an educator from the USA working as a college professor of lit and music. I'm learning to love myself little by little.
My name with foul insinuation's tarred
By people who seek easy victims meek
To charge with crimes in public. Life is marred
And razed for me. Now, everywhere I seek,
I picture enemies in friends I knew
Before this whole fiasco. Do they now
Believe those spurious charges? Friend, do YOU?
Would you respond with hugs, would you allow
Your former friend our old ties to re-lace?
Or am I out of office, our bond broken?
I'm, through no fault of mine, without a face;
I prosper not. What of the words we'd spoken?
You, reader, are but one of those I've lost.
The predators themselves knew not the cost.
No prequels yet. Why not write one?
No sequels yet. Why not write one?
Comments (1 so far!)
The ideas here are scary. Could be gossip or leveled accusations. My favorite line is number 11. The possible intentionality of I'm through (as in done and over) is well masked by the rest of the line and works within the same context giving it double meaning.
- #4210 Posted 9 days ago
Author's prompt text:
- Published 4 months ago and featured 6 days ago.
- Story viewed 7 times and rated 0 times.
All stories on Ficlatté are licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 License. What does this mean?