Kurt Ravidas Poet Sonnet

A Sacrifice

You are a poetess (a fancy feast of interjections and alliterations): blue eyes, thing lips, long legs, straight bangs, small breasts and a short temper. Our relations are not a dialogue between two sides - my side is silent. Contrary to common perception, poetry divides lovebirds. Alas, I am a poet too.

I simulate excitement when you read your verses out load; I pretend it isn't just about love; I bleed over your drafts at night; I understand I’m done for poetry: it’s not enough for both of us... I switch to prose, my love.


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08.07.2019

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Andrew Fairchild July 8, 2019 at 5:55 PM Relationships... are a challenge! And yet, we are desperately happy, while we bleed, we men! Love her always, the best you can! She is a gift!

Robert Lindley July 8, 2019 at 5:41 AM I love prose but life that giveth love of a woman stirs my heart as no other thing. For the most precious thing--is to both be loved and to love one that one feels and knows that they simply can not live without .. Kurt Ravidas July 8, 2019 at 8:21 AM I absolutely agree with you, Robert. It's just a first-person fantasy. I love my poetess (do you hear that, poetess?) Besides, I already have a lot of prose in my native language and a yet few in English)

Gershon Wolf July 7, 2019 at 7:34 PM A precise description of what happens to our poor, confused hearts, all a-twitter. Bravo! ~ Gershon Kurt Ravidas July 8, 2019 at 8:22 AM Thanks, Wolf)