Streets of Clarity
An English Sonnet
Sometimes, there is a clarity that comes,
As prisms of crystal that doth change the light:
It feels like fate hath come to strike the drums;
It feels like destiny hath sent me sight.
I see in pieces of a scattered dream:
A puzzle takes the form and makes the pic;
The pick I use to strum the chord, agleam.
Vibration hits the ear; I list so quick.
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Alas, I've not the strength to tell her so.
If she could feel my heart and how it beats!
Alas, the moment passes; watch it go...
She cannot find my heart, so I've paved streets.
But if, the street, it hath no name to see,
Then she will never find the heart of me.
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Scott A. Vancil
Writer/actor/director. I write poems, novels, short stories, comic books, and screenplays, in both standard form and iambic pentameter. (FYI: I do not use AI to write. I have never and will never use AI to write. All words come from me.)
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