Michael Coy Poet Sonnet

Baggage Reclaim

Love is a kind of madness and, as such, 
can sometimes hoist its victims to strange heights. 
Though love may cause a fever where it bites, 
this time the troops have quelled the pending putsch. 

I ask your pardon for our magic nights, 
those rhymes I wrote you, crackling with emotion: 
you'll overlook, I hope, my fierce devotion, 
and my defending you with all my might. 

I'm sorry. It will not occur again. 
A broken heart brings wisdom in its wake: 
I gladly drank the hemlock for your sake: 
I let your prettiness, your sharp disdain 
intoxicate me like your smell, your touch. 
Forgive me, please, for loving you too much.

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Darren White February 21, 2017 at 12:34 AM Those last three lines are painfully beautiful. Congratulations on your placement :) Michael Coy February 21, 2017 at 12:39 AM Thank you, my friend!

Jan Allison February 20, 2017 at 4:04 PM such an intensely sad subject Michael many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx Michael Coy February 20, 2017 at 4:06 PM Thank you so much, Jan! xxx

Andrea Dietrich February 20, 2017 at 3:56 PM Michael, I am so glad your sonnet is on the winners list. I think you wrote superbly in the sonnet form and Carolyn is right, this is sensitive and touching from a man's point of view. BIG congrats for your win. Michael Coy February 20, 2017 at 4:02 PM Such beautiful words, Andrea! I am very grateful to you.

Carolyn Devonshire February 20, 2017 at 3:49 PM How sad it is when we have to apologize for loving someone "too much," Michael. A touching, sensitive poem that deserves its recognition in the contest. Congratulations! Michael Coy February 20, 2017 at 3:53 PM That's so nice of you to say, Carolyn. Thank you very much!