From Solitude bereft – a slanted sonnet

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she laughs insanely at those urgent needs
and smile at dying pigeons from the north
her mate composed reports of serpent’s death
with fingertips that fluttered from remorse
she’s stuck in yet a meeting all alone
and sing of blood on withered rose’s thorns
but still it lingers – his testosterone
of fist’s impression purple bruises worn
she treat herself to luscious memories
and reads his letters – surveys deep for clues
when suddenly a squeak – her enemy
is back – and tenderly she change her face
and kiss the tormentor she thought had left
she’s once again from solitude bereft

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Linked to the Sunday Whirl and Magpie tales. I was also inspired to use slanted rhymes from dVerse MTB last Thursday.
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May 25, 2014

63 responses to “From Solitude bereft – a slanted sonnet”

  1. How easily we can get sucked into chaos..trying to make sense of it when we know that is the insane thing not ‘us’..but it’s not easy to change chaos..easier to great it with a smile for fear it bites harder..beautifully written

  2. I feared solitude and being alone for many years, but now, more often than not seek it out, because of the insanity and chaos in the world around me. I feel a strong kinship with your character,

    Elizabeth

    Finding Self Again

  3. Richly musical work and I enjoyed the paradox you truthfully reveal here – altogether very week crafted piece with strong message too.. With Best Wishes Scott

  7. What tough luck! But solitude is a good thing to many. A situation that brings dividends in inspired moments. Great sonnet Bjorn!

    Hank

  8. There is something horrific about abuse of this sort where the victim must show pleasure for the tormentor. No wonder she craves solitude.

  13. What a meaningful response to the suggestions found in the picture. The portrait is painful, yet all too relevant to society which cannot eradicate abuse of women.

  15. “and sing of blood on withered rose’s thorns”…..and the purple bruises……you wrote this well – interesting that you chose a sonnet format – it really works.

  17. So often the lure of what could be trades places with reality –
    Just in our morning paper today (thankfully the child was not hurt) a young girl was by indictments via met and was kidnapped by ‘net’ predictor. Due to quick responses to an alert she was ‘saved’ within 30 minutes of her abduction. Not all who are enslaved are so easily freed.

  20. I like the use of slant rhymes, they are a bit more interesting and subtle than a straight rhyme. I found the subject matter an interesting choice for a sonnet, as I tend to think of sonnets as ‘love’ poems, and being battered and bruised is sort of the opposite, yet the formatting works very well in this case. Nicely done.

    • Already from Milton and forward the sonnet have found political use.. this is in a sense about love to… love as a mean of manipulation.. love that the tormentor thinks he has.. passion of those fists..

  24. gosh, i was just rollicking along enjoying your clever rhymes and then the poem hit me with its punch and purple bruise… and now, whew. i appreciate the light shining on this corner.

  27. I loved the rhyme scheme, very interesting verses you have penned. The ending left me wondering if she will ever escape her tormentor. Brilliant write.

  28. Yest there is a certain violence to this concatenation of disparate elements , good on you Bjorn …

  30. In recent weeks had occasion to ponder why most people walks and talks past situations as you described in your poem. People don’t see darkness even though it stares them in the face. They look over and around it, talk around it, deny it and carry on with their pretty lives.

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