Today I am pleased to announce the fifth entry in The Gemini Sonnets, an original sonnet cycle by Son of Sonnet. I’m particularly pleased because SoS announced he was taking a hiatus from writing, so this sonnet is quite special.
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Gemini Sonnet #5
by Son of Sonnet
The war was fought, and only self was slain.
Our cries are ugly clamors in the shell.
Where can we go to soak away the pain?
Immortal wounds belong to those who dwell.
But can this be a chance to start anew?
Or is it just a fleeting fantasy?
So slim the chance, the aril of the yew,
But life so rarely gives such courtesy.
Is that my shadow that I see before
the door, and is it leading me inside?
The air I breathe reminds me of the shore,
and I feel rocked to sleep beside the tide.
If only I could hear the shadow sing,
then troubles would be worth remembering.