Michael Coy Poet Sonnet

Yet Do I Sometimes Feel a Languishment

I must suppose I'm fine. I laugh a lot. 
My work is bearable. I have a home. 
I guess I like this town I'm in. I'll not 
annoy you with the glass that's half ... half what? 
I spend a lot of time on Google Chrome, 
meandering the streets of Naples, Rome, 
Arezzo ... why is that? I've lost the plot? 
Or am I just a closet polyglot 
who missed his calling? Afternoons are light, 
and Donizetti's lapping at my ears. 
At times like this, my hobbled soul takes flight 
and dreams of Italy. When I have fears 
that all my sweetest songs have now been sung, 
I turn to Italy. And I am young.

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 7, 2017 at 1:50 PM This is a quiet little masterpiece. 7 Michael Coy March 7, 2017 at 2:11 PM Maureen, I think I'm going to put you on the payroll as my marketing guru! Thank you very much for your generous words!

Darren White March 7, 2017 at 10:20 AM You turn to Italy and you are young :) That's so wonderfully expressed in just one line, and that is also so very true. I think I like closet polyglots who spend a lot of time on Google while listening to music. Nothing wrong with that, not even with that slightly melancholic undertone Darren White March 7, 2017 at 11:22 AM Don't mock my natural charm ;) Michael Coy March 7, 2017 at 10:42 AM LOL If you could put your personal charm in bottles and sell it, Darren, you'd be rich. Thank you, amigo!