Sonnets from Brazilian Portuguese: M-16
Utilizing the rhyme scheme from “Sonnets from the Portuguese 7: The face of all the world is changed, I think” by Elizabeth Barret Browning
By WordSmithtressPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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When the sky is bluest, I often think
of the summer I nearly lost my soul
but for a stranger who braved death and stole
me from midday crossfire. Pulled from the brink
of action, I sink against barroom sink.
We crouch in darkness, hearts beating and whole
no M16 hole bleeding out, we dole
out dark humor in empty space: no drink
or drinkers dare slake thirst while guns are near.
I cannot recall when we went away
from that place, if I left on my own. Here
is where memory fails, nothing is there,
did I even say thank you? Yesterday
I smelled beer and heat, remembered that dear
stranger whose name I never learned to say.
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