Sonnet #1

Mistakes are ghostly how they can haunt and are not physical

Own errors like slaves but they do not work to my advantage

A non-believer banking on results same as miracles

Manage damage with the grace of a civil-hearted savage

It is the lonely in me what perceives erroneously

Self-deception is a good trait to frame goals achievable

Grow in this zone a new tree – just me, ceremoniously

Contemplate descriptions that were almost inconceivable

This activity is unpaid but slays ghosts if they cross mind

The branches will be massive and I will climb on rhyming sounds

Taking trains of thought that render me lost to lose track of time

Once I stop, reminders abound, my issues – the whys and hows

Turning phrases to arrange mazes, peruse amused like new

Life is complicated like sonnets and shorter than haikus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s