Written at a time when I felt that life had so suppressed the essence of "me" that I felt it was nearly non-existent. I turned (returned, actually) to writing and poetry to "feed" the real me and prevent "me" from disappearing.
A fractured candle flickers and I strive
(reminding myself how it once was whole)
With verse to keep the fragile flame alive.
How fev'rish was the furnace that did roar
When youth's exuberance did fan the fire;
Upon updrafting currents did I soar;
Now circumstance and time a-march conspire
To suffocate the fire with cloaks of lead
To quash it, quell it, slowly dampen it
The embers crushed into a dying bed;
At last remains a wav'ring candle lit.
Hold fast to molten memories, for they
Will keep our spirit-lights alit today.
September 2008
Sonnet by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2011-01-02 at 16:25
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Sonnet of Lost Youth
Unbeknownst to all, within my soulA fractured candle flickers and I strive
(reminding myself how it once was whole)
With verse to keep the fragile flame alive.
How fev'rish was the furnace that did roar
When youth's exuberance did fan the fire;
Upon updrafting currents did I soar;
Now circumstance and time a-march conspire
To suffocate the fire with cloaks of lead
To quash it, quell it, slowly dampen it
The embers crushed into a dying bed;
At last remains a wav'ring candle lit.
Hold fast to molten memories, for they
Will keep our spirit-lights alit today.
September 2008
Sonnet by Nancy Sikora
Read 711 times
Written on 2011-01-02 at 16:25
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