Cyndi Macmillan Poet Sonnet

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The Library's Book

      There are unbearable things to bear,
                                          There is a place I dare not speak of
                                          And we have all been there. 

                                                                 Gwendolyn MacEwen
                                                                 The Name of the Place
                                                                 The Shadow-Makers, 1969 

It wasn’t meant to be mine, yet
Each word belonged to me.  
The poet, her desires and regrets,
A sweetness that painfully bleeds
Into my veins, into my thoughts,
A long-awaited transfusion--
A blue flame soothing a blue moth
That named the stranger I’ve become.
I must return what is not mine, 
Though each line has burrowed deep,
And the echoes of her grieving pines
Will not let me sleep, how can I sleep?
Back it must go to sulk on a shelf.
Returned: one thin book. Found: myself.

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Beata Agustin May 19, 2024 at 5:20 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.