Beautiful Imitation

Last sonnet from the 2022 collection "Comfortably Uncomfortable"

By Sara WynnPublished 6 days ago • 1 min read

A guitar's ringing regulates your heart,

a violin's vibrato vexing... still,

there's nothing like the pain of torn apart,

and nothing heals you like some singing will.

So long as beating hearts long, voices cry;

the instruments true, born within, sigh out.

So long as lying men walk, love will die;

the most sincere of therapies here found.

The bow, the pick, they try to imitate

what wooded hosts hear feathered singers ring,

quite like the way you forged a pretty fake,

a steady hand on bow strums, quivering.

For now, my melody will soothe my soul

so staying here is less uncomfortable.

"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,

and no one knows what intelligent life is."

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