men shall know

Sonnet 1

Something at the back of my mind,
An aching, a revelation unfound;
 An uninvited guest, must be wined and dined
To coax out its secret, mustn't hound.
 The inconceivable is vying for attention,
Like an escape pod, ready to eject,
 Mission to leave base with contention,
Holding the position of a heavenly sect.
 The compulsion flares, a promising sign,
Hoping to be located, nutured and fed,
 Sustenance necessary to stop decline,
Before returning forever to homestead.
  Now it’s lost, filed deep within mind's recesses,
  To be overcome by time's sapping abscesses.

© menshallknownothingofthis.co.uk 18.05.2009

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 24, 2010

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  • Christine Barker (2/24/2010 5:16:00 AM)

    I do enjoy a good Sonnet, and this is better than most. Its hard to fit into 13 lines what you want to say I find, often thoughts and words overspill. But I think soemthing of Shakespear, a minor glint of genius is reflected in a good Sonnet. Though is this about love? add more I say.

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