It is now the beginning of the end,
A finish that I have known for so long.
There is no reason, only rimes which lend
And mend our existence, 'though we are wronged.
...
This is not the first time, but 'tis the last,
For my ends are always new beginnings;
And only I can ever know my whys,
Wherefores and withers, and even why nots?
...
She has taught nothing but never denied
And bemoans that I am one-eyed, I think.
Altruistically, she hasn't lied,
Nor told truth, and like a stone does sink.
...
The Sonnet Of Oblivia
It is now the beginning of the end,
A finish that I have known for so long.
There is no reason, only rimes which lend
And mend our existence, 'though we are wronged.
The sky is weeping. I do see the tears
And have known the moors; there's no more I need.
Belief comes creeping. Sentence, I do fear.
When the fog there lures, my wounds shall not bleed.
I do fear every mirror, for they,
My maggots, howl with laughter, others weep
For yesterdays dazed, years sorrowed, and may
Put me away now in my coffin. Peace sleeps.
There, I have spent minutes; knowledge is gone.
My blank verse does rimes and drags me along.
Hello Ashton John Fischer Jr. I liked your poem, 'Fourteen Lines of Life.' I could see that you were playing around with the two meanings of the word, right, and thereby leading to some playing with the words left and wrong. You suggest mystery, and I couldn't tell whether you might have been referring to a one-time-only date, or a short affair, or some other relationship, not a romantic one. Perhaps you are teasing your readers. In any case, I enjoyed your poem. Willa TO.