Crushed
Crush prairie wind—strike from stasis clutched
buds of legacy, what past, what passed—Oh, travelled
moisture of unknown spit of lover’s kiss fire struck
In a blood petal that leafs into the next generation—
that’s where we meet, that’s where we met;
somewhere on the cusp of being and letting go—
between the azure waves that break, that bring
and take away.
Your skin glistens in the erosion—the dullness of
your earthy past gone, specks to find you—
a paved design, a fated understanding of a lilac path—
our blood crushed in its purple lineage.
That’s where we meet—deep in a blossoming wind,
that pushes us further from and to each other.
I'll be honest, I don't really understand what is going on in this sonnet. Which isn't to say that its not talented, I'm just confused by the vocabulary and certain word choices. I noticed the word "blood" a few times, and references to the after life, but it also seemed like a story of a relationship between two people. Maybe I would understand it better if I were to read a sonnet from the person who inspired you to write this? Other than that, I liked the tone and the fact that it wasn't completely straight-forward with the idea. From what I gather, it seems to speak of their lives fading away, but still fading together?
ReplyDeleteI like this sonnet alot, mainly because I feel like the reader can take a few different meanings out of it. To me, that is the mark of a good peice of work. It isnt vague, but it is nondescript enough to be able to allow the reader to have there own meaning in it, which makes it a worthwhile read.
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