Gail Foster Poet Sonnet

Messiah Season

So tell me, how are you, my friend, she said
I hesitate, reluctant to speak true
For if I tell the truth what can she do
It's easier to smile and lie instead
Than say what's going on inside my head
It's just the same old **** and nothing new
I try to concentrate my mind as you
Enthuse about the latest book you read

Above our heads the shadow of a bird
Hell bent on heaven dives into the sun
Symbolic and miraculous, absurd
I’m off on one, or three, or three in one
You look at me. I haven't heard a word
It seems Messiah season has begun

© Gail Foster 12th June 2017

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Jannie Breedt August 8, 2017 at 1:21 AM Wow. What a take on the Italian sonnet. I just dig it. True art. Beautifully construed. The second part so completes the first . It's truly fantastic. Gail Foster September 7, 2017 at 2:52 PM Thank you very much, Jannie, praise indeed! I wonder sometimes if it's OK to write sonnets like I do. There's supposed to be a question and then some kind of resolution. I'm not sure I do that. Don't want to go too far off track. Just a bit...

White Wolf June 12, 2017 at 3:20 PM I just love a good sonnet, nicely done, Gail Gail Foster June 16, 2017 at 12:25 PM Thank you very much. I've written a sonnet for Solstice, will put it up sometime after sunrise on the longest day. Best wishes to you.