Modern Sonnet 257. Time to Write Your Stories.
- for Reid Mitchell -
"To be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will begin tomorrow,”
Patrick Kavanagh.
The clock’s indifferent tock possesses us,
The fragments shored against our ruins crack,
Our bones are placed on special offer as
Our stolen rings, loves, health will not come back.
This full-ish life came forced in part by fate,
Geography and history and time
And preference, and decisions, (not all great),
But ours, and owned: to this we stand resigned.
The consolations of the passing years
Are needed; art-provoking music plays
Half heard, but (full remembered), full aware
That what’s been seen must now be paraphrased.
Though future set-lists never go to plan.
I’m proud to say, I know thee still old man.
Andrew Barker
This sonnet's position was rearranged within the collection after recording.
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