Poetic Form: Sonnet
Inspired: 2023 September 26
*1st Place* Mocking the dead Contest Judged: 2023 September 29 Sponsored by: Silent One
Image: History and myths of the dreaded 'Dear John' letter by Military Times
Chill confines a diary of absence as September keyholes a papered wall. A smirk tears a face--escapee silence --styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL. A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ... tangled weaves justify the performance. Pebble leather worships darkly, blacks-out a ghosted pundit building blocks, mischance. Cold fashions the well, tilt pour sands reserves. Alas, pitched secrets facades of falsehood, its prisoner scopes round a war of words, sheathed arrogance knells myPhone, knock on wood. Crinkled gone days lay ... flattery goes on. Scrawled lines drown, looming voice curts; "My Dear John".
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
:quality(70)/cloudfront-us-east-1.images.arcpublishing.com/archetype/J7MGPOIWBBBZDNZ6S4K4QXT47E.png)
