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Sonnet - Midwestern Lethargy

I am deprived of my old sweet relief, Turning the page but turn to the leaf. I spill out myself to sanction some space To which I can return, try to compensate. Contemplate and complicate my own design I find this a fate to which I cannot resign. Soaking in the petrichor of each night, Of every solemnly forsaken fight. Each decision and each disappointment So boldly displayed in my temperament. I need this safety net below me always to move Even one step forward toward what I pursue, Simple answers and the life good enough Hoping life itself does not call my bluff.

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Gary Bateman

Date: 6/11/2015 2:16:00 PM

Hello Samuel, Another one very well-done here Sir!! I like the use of "petrichor" (with its connection to Greek Mythology as the fluid that flows through the veins of the Gods). The pitch and tempo of this sonnet are perfect. I do agree to with John Lawless below with his inference to the famous line from Shakespeare's "Theatrum Mundi." We are all definitely actors on life's stage, but it's best to act like we know what were doing!! This may be answer to Midwestern Lethargy. 7 + FAV! Best, Gary

John Lawless

Date: 5/30/2015 6:59:00 AM

Samuel, I know from experience that "life will always call your bluff" and that is when I must remember that "all life is but a stage" and act as if I know what the hell I'm doing...