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In just a few short moments, I will be tweeting my new sonnet, “Fall, Ephemeral Fall” LIVE on Twitter. All the apropos tweets will be tagged with #GWxii if you are not free to follow along at 2:10 (EST.)
December 10th, 2011
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FOR @Derestrict who kindly remembered my trademark Twitter activity — LIVE TWEETING Original Sonnets…
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Go, Men! All your clotted clamours and cries,
Trenchêd treacle plans carelessly a’slip’t,
Enough rhetoric drown’d in garbled lies,
It’s all been said and said a’fore the crypt.
By fire, to keep from suffocating night
We, women, sit! Coaxin’ coals until dawn
Breaks to pieces, another day’s sour spite
While go along, Men never gone
Harsh reward seeing credit taken by
The men who caused such need for sleepless nights
The world forbids, and woman must comply,
Cede to man the credit for her insights
Think what you will, history interred,
There is more to the story than we heard.
Copyright 2011 by Kimberly Cox, All Rights Reserved
Jah?
October 07th, 2011
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SONNET APRIL 1, 2010
When the wind carried the voices away,
And the dust settled; where did my Love fly?
Blurry is my memory of that day;
Why do I awake to find you did lie?
Hollow howls hurl from my chest with no sound;
Limbs flail, furious; where did my Love fly?
A curse, I fear, and suddenly fall down.
Ah yes, you left me here alone to die.
Thus begins the walk again by one lost,
Whose Love did fly away without good-bye;
These are hard lessons we in our time
Too hard for a sonnet, not meant for rhyme.
Copyright 2010 by Kimberly Cox
April 01st, 2010
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I am not hiding for fear of what’s come.
Rather, in stone I stand frozen and cold,
Accepting all I see and hear and some
Memory of a time grown far too old.
Regret clings harsh, breaking nails on this rock;
For so many seasons that come to pass,
Bloody stub fingers carve ridges that dock,
Fractured, chip’d chards of regret, like fine glass.
Thus, I am stone and in fear to change back;
Soft piercing slivers of siren regret,
Waiting in divets for flesh to attack;
They’d bleed me in rivulets, black with neglect.
I am a statue once lover of dreams,
Who grew bewildered, came apart at the seams.
Copyright 2009 by Kimberly Cox
December 23rd, 2009
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How is’t I know the sight, fair skies at dawn,
The smell of clipp’d sweetgrass out on the lawn;
Warmth from the kitchen and warm firelight,
blankets and pillows and kisses goodnight.
One time believing my world would not change;
No thoughts deceiving, lying, hurting—-strange.
Remember days building fortresses, yes,
Such memories playing now less and less.
Why tonight do these images come back,
Emerging, passing, slow train on old track?
Why remember the sweet and wholesome past?
Thoughts riding along dreams that could not last.
Harsh is the world when compared to such youth,
Oh, cruelty, facing unchanging truth.
December 16th, 2009
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Light rain was falling and the night train leaves;
With me aboard inside her warm lit cars;
No goodbye from you. We were thick as thieves;
You and I, a pair we two, hot night bars,
Dancing, Laughing, Behold our Spring of Youth
The men, how they wept upon milky skin;
Dared them, we two, with drinks to share their truth;
Slice back our ruse; Slice forward our sweet sin!
Oh but black are the hearts of men; but Oh—-
Nothing is more black than horrid Thee, Snake
Turning as you did into a sparrow
Now, gone from me, still pecking so hearts quake
Lust slithers as the train slithers away
Swallow’d by rain, lost to your temptress play.
October 30th, 2009
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