Personal Discontinuity

Posted in quatorzain by maggie on 2010/04/23

I'll make our world of nothing. If I must
be nothing to you, so be it, I guess.
It's nothing, I've been made to live on less
then learned to show it off and act nonplussed.

Besides, I'm nearly finished here.  There's just
this final exhale, then let's go undress
and sleep it off, dream nothing of it.  Yes,
where nothing true's been real, one has to trust.

So mouth to mouth, then, take on my exhaust
and fire it up like it's creation's gas.
I've had enough, you too, but that will pass
and we'll recover every word we lost.

Then kiss me one more time like it's been fun 
— I'll give myself until thirty, then I'm done.


sonnet 7 in a prompted cycle of sonnets

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  1. appomattoxnews said, on 2010/04/24 at 02:12

    Maggie — your poetry is amazing. I finally went back and read everything you posted today (being Friday, day 23), and it was amazing! Thanks for your efforts…they are beautiful. This one allowed comments, and I was happy — I like this the best, can relate in so many ways, and am thrilled you said the sadness and the resignation so well. ❤

  2. Samantha said, on 2010/06/17 at 17:06

    wow. impressive.

    worrisome… deep… but, impressive.

    loved the line, “where nothing true’s been real, one has to trust”…

    as if one could…

    How are you doing? I miss your writing – but, can’t keep up with anything these days myself..

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