Sonnet 32
- Make me into a moment,
- I'm in the midst but lost the cause,
- The air is damp, the sun is moist,
- Don't let me cool off, pause.
- Mistake me for a fancy,
- That dancing donut idle there,
- Crumbling at a chance for a glance,
- Some reason to shake for enamored stares.
- Rake me into a mound,
- Defying all convention and logic,
- Resettling on suspension and frolic,
- A heap of magic, fanfare.
- But before all this, a toast,
- To this life of leisure, it's too grandiose.
Notes
Still in that "work's purpose" kinda mood, this time having an urge to be self-destructive and throw everything into chaos (again). I'm not built for regularity, I'm really not.
So as I approach the verge of breaking some former self, I'm finding myself wanting a few strategic prods from specific peoples, to perhaps motivate me to continue down a more tenuous dawdle that will hopefully lead into a ramble and ultimately a saunter.
Again no meter, no structured rhyme, simple approach, simple conclusion, not much word play, just rhythm and a very straightforward point. Just something to post.
— Huy on