Sonnet for a Lonely Masturbator


With apologies to Anne Sexton


He wakes up once again—detached, dismal,

Dispirited—breathing quite heavily.

Loneliness now enwraps the room. Bashful,

He turns over, looks at the wall lustfully,

And mutters, “Then I will marry the bed.

She’s mine, my life. Let me kiss her soft swell.”

He feasts on life above the flowery spread.

He moans and he grunts; who can now foretell

What sinister storm clouds hover above

His soul? The morning swirls into daybreak.

He does what must be done out of sheer love.

Are there any words to explain his heartache?

Floating mutely above the hours so quiet,

His thoughts stop their age-old butterfly riot.



Bibek Adhikari 

Sonnet by Bibek
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Written on 2018-08-10 at 13:52

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This is amazing. Love your use of traditional forms.

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I admire your consistency of dedication to the "traditional" forms, and also admire the bravery of choosing such a modern topic! A very successful poem, which I am grateful to have read.

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This is very well done. I don't know if you are referencing a particular A. Sexton poem, or her qualities in general. Either way, it succeeds. The formal structure of the poem in conjunction with the conceit heightens both. Good job.