When I was Growing up I was always Told I had to work Hard to get Inside the Door and once I got Inside my job was to open it for Others. I am Opening the Door and Knocking it Off its Hinges. I'm an American Sappho c/s Who Else?
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Saturday, March 22, 2014
Now while time is light and sighs with moment
when the down of the leaves is expectant
their silver velvet glistens a filament
flames that were retardant becoming green
harken of the day when spring has arrived
leaving everything behind to surmount
the present with its gifts bound to wonder
opening challices open further
forward on its feet the line endures more
disappears to reappear by its force
then the holy answer held to the ear
as silence roars forever more to spare
the quiet of the morning hour here
straddles day and night tomorrow ever.
This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.