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Susan Sonde: A Dagger of Sunlight Lies across His Bed

The room is quiet but for the rustle of the blanket
under which he’d slept burrowed deep in the nest sense,
that wholesome dark down there, where he lay on a field
of old summers, on a gone-to-seed garden. His thoughts

fettered, chained and in the hold, he won’t let himself
think and sits hiked up now, naked to the waist, like a
stone in the bedclothes, his mind festooned on the angle
of incidence his life is taking, the robust weariness he feels.


 

Copyright 2018 Susan Sonde

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2 comments on “Susan Sonde: A Dagger of Sunlight Lies across His Bed

  1. johnlawsonpoet
    December 24, 2018

    Who IS this Susan Sonde? What a unique voice!

    Liked by 1 person

    • sonde
      December 26, 2018

      Dear John Lawson,

      I am very much alive and flourishing. I am also grateful for your comment. And who are you? I very much wish to know?

      Liked by 1 person

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