Poem 144, Sonnet 78: Moor-Less Poem by Samer Madbak

And here I set again, with arm and oar
A deathly drifter on a reckless roam
A carcass coveting a mythic home
A ship whose grief is sail, whose loss is moor
I am a stranger on a foreign shore
A grey sojourner neath an azure dome
This sparkle burns me, and this froth and foam
Torments my accidie, my torpid core
So, lure me not with bliss and joys galore
Your variegation plagues my monochrome
This liveliness perturbs my catacomb
Just leave me to repose for evermore
Give me a patch of loam to shroud this loam
A canopy of gloam to pall this gloam.


Adelaide
November 4th 2022