Albert Ahearn Poet Sonnet

Rue

The seemingly moving white cumuli  
Above me drifting aimlessly away  
Like youthful fantasies: old passerby’s  
With muted roles in an unscripted play;  
Foregone dreams with only one performance  
Like yesterdays unique morning sunrise;  
Witnessing it should never be left to chance  
For the moment may end in sad good-byes.  
Oh! The many forsaken dreams that died,  
Aspirations that never dawned a day.  
Oh! If only my orbs were wide-eyed  
Instead of my groping every which way.  
Alas! The clouds are a constant reminder  
Of youthful dreams I let fade and wither.

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Amy Green February 28, 2010 at 1:13 PM Days gone by, indeed. Another incredible work.

Joanna Smith February 15, 2010 at 10:35 AM This is a great work of poetry i loved it, speaks to me i wanted to be a firefighter/musician/artist/writer when i was young i hve painted 1 painting(i like it) i play bass guitar,and i am writing on soupbut i dont think anything will come of these tho especially not firefighter! good write! =)jo