Hawaiʻi Sonnet 79 (The Undoing)

Then so strong, sure, pointed.
In the beginning determined of purpose, unfearing,
eye white, peeled on the straight sight, the long narrow.
No goal too much, too far, to be left untouched.
Then, just then, a sense, an edging in,
a coming on, the light eater, toe feeler, soften,
some weakness not poetically its own strength.
Avoiding all clichés, the ever dread, calling time,
a book not read
a promise unkept
a dream past dreamt
a love, a love, a love . . . .
That stolen breath.
Surely goodness and mercy have followed.

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Today’s word is

sense

Use it in a piece or writing, post that piece and link to me, or leave it in the comments below. I’d love to read what you write : )



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