In tears of tears, a gem you saved till last
when weight of wasted wedding bands, on hands
are chalk and chills — my breath’s November brass
in verdigris with thin veneer, when bands
play mournful melodies to sacrifice
in slowest swirl of withered weather vanes
these songs of agony — our own device.
in paperworks, still crisp, unmarked — our bane.
My hand is trembling — “Place your signatures
on dotted lines”, as white as witless bones,
a subtle knife to cut through ligatures
with ink as blood and in my pocket stones.
“Why can’t you take my hand and walk the heath
just like before our monsters bared their teeth.”
Today Anna runs the bar at dVerse MTB. Today we are to find our inner logophile and work with “Diaphanous Diction”. The sound and musicality of words. By coincidence My next installment of my Sonnet Corona project was almost ready. (previous are “Bluebells” and “The tear of tears“). I love working with alliterations and it really contain words that are among my favorite ones like weather-vane and verdigris. Sorry for the sad theme, but I hope there is some light in the last couplet. Of course the dictation lies in my iambs, that I try to work with throughout.
See you all when the bar opens at 3PM EST.
April 16, 2015.