A Century of Sonnets...Life in the Fast Lane: Sonnet 5

Longings Unfulfilled

These longings that I have go unfulfilled.

The pain runs deep; the scars won’t seem to heal.

Such mental grief; it makes me feel unskilled

and robs me of my peace and steals my zeal.

I wish I knew the magic of appeal,

or what it took to tell it where to go,

or how to work the sealing of the deal.

So many things I seek, yet still don’t know.

I spin my wheels but have nothing to show;

I put myself through torture – and for what?

The games that people play as if I’m slow

hurt the most; they breach the bonds of trust.

So here I stand alone and feeling lost,

still longing for while wondering at what cost?

A Century of Sonnets...Life in the Fast Lane: Sonnet 4

Enraptured

My soul is touched by melodies so sweet.

How intoxicating are those notes turned sound,

dancing through the air and all around,

while tickling each nerve with every beat,

and leaving in their wake a radiant heat.

Such passion from the artist when it’s found

can translate into powers most profound

even Apollo’s satyrs can’t defeat.

Each key turned note, each resonating tone

is spirit food; most needed nourishment.

Music comes in many forms and shapes:

Accompanied or handled all alone,

it’s wondrous ways behold such sentiment.

In my defense it’s how my mind escapes.