Sonnet 27
- The center of my universe,
- The beckoning of my day,
- The symbol I failingly follow,
- The pedestal besteaded astray.
- The center of my universe,
- The reckoning of my day,
- The memory I dotingly wallow,
- A singe that continues to fray.
- The center of my universe,
- The deadening of my day,
- The cosmos are as they are,
- In perfect orbit, an equidistance away.
- The center of my universe, the center of my day,
- The center is all I want, the center is my bae.
Notes
Finally had some peace to write during my trip to Hong Kong. Found teakha, a tiny tea shop in the corner of a short cul-de-sac, after a rather long hike through Central and Sheung Wan (and a few loops back and forth). Things felt less frantic strolling through Sheung Wan enroute, which helped to calm my sentiment into whatever this piece is about.
Cause of my general writing rut, I'm gonna have to ignore meter for awhile and really just focus on rhythm. Which this does decently. Can't say I'm super happy about the result (the third quatrain needs a re-write, couplet is meh), but it is what it is.
My mind has generally been fixated on a silo'd thing for the few months prior, and this trip has already helped to decentralize that non-worldview, and despite the resolute desire for that "center", I do know that my most current center of my universe is not quite what I truly want.
Also, I really wanted to use "bae" in this piece, so that's that. Keeping it contemporary or colloquial or whatever :)
— Huy on