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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