Every Poem a Sonnet (Sonnet)


Every poem a sonnet, every poem a
statement, of life, and love, and longing, and
an alliterative manifesta-
tion of warm fires or you holding my hand,

memory moments of love landing, lay
on the page, as temporarily banned
pain waits at the door. One rarely can say
if a poem’s a success or critics will pan,

but I know love when my heart tells me so,
and I know a love verse when I feel in
my gut, and I’ve known loss and, wishing, know,
the depths of love my longing heart can limn.

A love poem or a sonnet speaks the heart,
But my heart’s true verse speaks through its own art.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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