Tess' sonnet
What profit is there in remembering you
When I pay dearly for each flashing thought?
At such a price my visions must be few
Or build a deficit much overwrought.
The price tag that accompanies reverie
Demands far more than currency or gold,
I pay with pain of heart to think of thee,
Pawning my joy for what I cannot hold.
The tapestry of richly woven dreams
Offers no warmth to my frost-bitten flesh
My bosom's purse is bursting at the seams
Till mooning leaves my soul broken afresh.
Still, gladly to the poorhouse I would flee
If my reflection stirred your mind to me.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
2 comments:
I would like your permission to use this poem on my blog...
Charlene
Thank you for reading my poetry and asking permission. I am honored that you relate to this poem enough to want to include it in your beautiful blog. I'm struggling right now to save my marriage of 10 years, and your loving devotion to your husband is another reminder to me of what I'm fighting for. You certainly may use the poem. God bless you!
Tasha
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