Russell Sivey Poet Terza Rima

Fading Memories

There are ripples moving along the way
Making mini waves flowing on the sea
They go down and away from where I sway

Brilliant, the moon shows that I am empty
Piercing more wavelets as it goes along
Until there’s only chaos which leaves me

I don’t see the ripples here to prolong
Nothing at all but dead space exists there
Not a sound carries across the large throng

Space is vast holding true to what I dare
As I get older the wavelets don’t form
Causing this space to go and find despair

I can’t think straight now, I’m fogged up inside
There’s not a breeze, it is calm here besides

Russell Sivey

Form Terza Rima or Diaspora Sonnet

Contest: Terza Rima Sonnet Contest
Sponsor: craig Cornish

7/10/2013

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Sara Kendrick August 11, 2013 at 2:11 PM Congrats on your winning work..Sara

Joyce Johnson August 9, 2013 at 9:04 PM Congratulations on your win, Russell. Love, Joyce

Skat A August 9, 2013 at 7:07 PM lovely win ~SKAT~

Andrea Dietrich August 9, 2013 at 4:46 PM Hi, Russell. Glad to see this on the list. It's one of yours I must have missed. you did a great job with your entry. Congratulations.

Sara Kendrick July 10, 2013 at 12:50 PM Reads like a winner to me..Enjoyed reading this afternoon...Fogged up and can't think straight is par per course in old age sometimes...Great way to express the concept..Thanks for stopping by..Glad that you got a chuckle about the Limerick..Sara

Lucilla Carrillo July 10, 2013 at 12:17 PM Hi Russell; Fading memories. This is very good. I like it. Good luck in the contest...... Lucilla

Tim Ryerson July 10, 2013 at 7:09 AM 'They go down and away from where I sway'...WOW, favorite line amoung many...

Nette Onclaud July 10, 2013 at 6:32 AM stunning yet gentle .. " I can’t think straight now, I’m fogged up inside.."... that line is so you, a river of metaphors.. beautiful work, russell!..:) huggs