David Byrne Poet Sonnet

Hold the Head Upright

My swollen heart crumbles when I see you
Flakes gather in the pit of my stomach
Thoughts of you yesterday as I approach  
Mangle my mind, aftershock of things new
Needles niggle my brain, too bad, too true
I look at you and smile and all the time
“What if” scrambles through my mind. If I were
Honest? To speculate, to turn the screw!

Yesterday you smiled, chestnut eyes so bright
Incomprehensible, this lifeless thing
A consolation to my heart could sing?
I kiss your forehead, cold bone under skin
Today a corpse inside a box; begin
Anguish to endure, hold the head upright!

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Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 24, 2010 at 7:03 PM Touching David from your flowing gifted pen ..a Sonnet to romance ... beautiful words to treasure.. with luv from the "Sweetheart"

Caroline Cécile Delacroix May 23, 2010 at 2:13 PM It's a hard place to be, upon which we wonder, "What if...". Life is so fragile. Each day is precious, so is each person that enters our life. Well written and thought provoking. Thanks for your comments on my latest. I know why you are smiling. Funny thing when I started writing this, I had no idea how it was going to end. When I came to the last line, it was the only conclusion I could think of. My eyes grew larger at the realization. :)

Laura Hew May 22, 2010 at 7:44 PM I love this poem. You described ezactly what I am going through. Your words are delicately brilliant. They reach out to everyone. I loved this piece keep up the good work. I truly respect people who are honest to their feelings. That is the entire purpose of art is it not? To create something that other people can place their finger on and say, Wow.... I have totally been there before.

Carolyn Devonshire May 22, 2010 at 7:16 AM We often look back and speculate what might have happened if things had been different. There seems to be little consolation at times like this, David. Excellent sonnet! Love, Carolyn

Poet Destroyer A May 21, 2010 at 7:23 PM strong write, enjoyed