Sonnets 101 - 105

I had recorded readings of five more of the poems from "not the Sonnets" and some while ago also prepared this post - but I never sent it out. So here it is!

Sifting through the Sand

The flowers were intended to make amends

even if their colours had been dyed.

‘Is that enough?’ I asked. ‘It depends’

you said, remaining dignified,

expecting I had more to say.

Experience told me things were seldom fixed

by words alone when truth lay

inevitably intermixed

with lies. Was it better to play dumb?

I imagine being addicted to archaeology,

excavating from the tomb

of our love relics that tell me not who to be

but offer sand-blown glimpses of how

I once navigated from then to now.

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