Andrew Fairchild Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 45 'Nobody Wants a Well, When I Am Sad'

Nobody wants a well, when I am sad,
A few drops are enough to bring on rain!
This realm's sorrows -- enough to drive us mad!
Nobody needs the bottom of the drain!
I ask my heart, 'what new gift shall we bring?'
And then, I wait for answers in the calm
(Loud shouts come when I hear but storm and sting!)
And then, a butterfly lights on my palm:
'She was my Joy!' its wings whisper to me,
'And I must wait awhile, until we touch.
We played together often, now a sea
Has washed our sand-castles, and not left much.
I'll need to live now, in another place,
Perhaps the elves will build me one, by Grace!'

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Indiana Shaw September 12, 2019 at 11:20 PM After Sonnet 44 I had to pop back to see Sonnet 45, lovely, hope those Elves take you to a better place, by Grace ; ) Andrew Fairchild September 13, 2019 at 4:06 AM Thank you, I hope they do, too!

Kurt Ravidas June 27, 2019 at 10:41 AM Holy rhymes, this sonnet is a one more perfect than the 44 one) Andrew Fairchild July 12, 2019 at 8:08 AM That's high kind praise, thank you!