December 02, 2019

 

Sonnet I

 
 
 

Sonnet I

I was not sure that I could say I would
Be rich, or even know if I might find
A friend, lover, or at least someone good,
Someone who I was sure could be so kind
As to look at me with eyes that were soft,
To look upon me and see not a fake
Image of masculinity that oft
Passes for virility, but to take
Into account that I might simply need
To be taken for who I am, a man,
Who even I in honesty concede
Was never able to conceive a plan
Other than a life of simplicity
With a girl at ease with complicity.






Article © Bernie Pilarski. All rights reserved.
Published on 2019-08-19
Image(s) © Sand Pilarski. All rights reserved.


1 Reader Comments

ralph bland
08/19/2019
01:12:03 PM

Well, now, if this doesn't knock Sand off her feet then my name's not Hannah Montana!
Didn't know you wrote poetry, Bernie, especially something so sophisticated as a sonnet. Sometime I'll have to send you my first published work, which was a poem entitled "The Rise of the Raintree Wino." To this day I wonder what sort of publication would take a submission like that from a college freshman. This snatch of verse from you, though, is very good.

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