Sonnet 14 – Some Bear A Silent Burden
Some bear a silent burden all alone,
Like hiker on a path with heavy pack
With none around to roll away the stone
Another, heartless, loaded on his back.
The nearest one, who should be there to share,
Because a common trail the two have trod,
Has strayed and changed, damaged beyond repair
Since salt was strewn in their once-fertile sod.
Dry withered love and ancient’s sagging breasts,
Both bore, now barren, what was once the rage.
Now, neither honors nurturing requests –
One cold as ice; the other dead with age.
Such lack of love is called, succinctly, hate;
An emptiness which wears with greatest weight.
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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2012.
Wow! Powerful stuff Dennis, expertly written. Good job!
So sad
Very good, a strong poem
Especially the line “Such lack of love is called, succinctly, hate”
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Very very good.
Thank you!
Very good imagery, Dennis. Well done.