hello fledgling sonnet.

hello world.


i drift along these pools of summer heat
with doubts like razor cuts in lines of three
stretching long and thin to bleed their tears & sighs
and taking flight on heaving wings of night.

you, stubborn, ruddy fingered, brawn of love
who in my airy rooms did love ignite
hold in those hands my blooms of light and youth
and wince from struggle not to crush them through.

and i dredge up a fiery furious past
and try to find a stance athena-tall
while sitting lonely as a child upon the grass
who fears the gritty shadows that he saw.

but, girlish, all my angers fall away,
at dawn, to crumbs, like flaky dust from clay.