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Saturday, August 8, 2020

Edgar Allan Poe

Edgar Allan Poe has always been one of my favorite writers.  You never knew what to expect next from his pen.  Macabre and alive, his writing just gets down into your gut and you can never forget it.  He's been an inspiration for my writing and I wrote this sonnet, just as he liked that form, in a similar vein to his love poetry.  Please enjoy it - after all, it's only 14 lines!


How peacefully my lover sleeps,
her soft grey eyes, covered up tight,
shuttering out the deep, dark night,
and all the horror that time reaps.
Her lips, parched, begging for a kiss,
whisper to me, as I bend near,
to hear the things I want to hear.
Lengthy, dark hair, disarrayed bliss,
frames a face that cannot be sad.
Soft features outline, beauty shines,
coming from an angelic head.
Slender fingers whose purpose had
only to please, now show the lines
of lifelessness – my lover’s dead.

Written in 1987.

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