Drifting idly - Sonnet
My life came to a halt since you had gone;
I lost direction, the purpose to live,
On the chessboard of life, I'm just a pawn.
Feeling spent, empty, with nothing to give.
I miss you. I miss your touch, miss your smile…
I'm aware that nothing lasts forever
And this emptiness will last just a while;
Some peace of mind will return, however,
I seem to be doing nothing else now,
Just moping, groaning, sitting on my butt,
And wrongly believing too that, somehow,
There's nothing else left for me to do, but
Drifting idly, adding fat to my girth,
Waiting for my time to end on this Earth…
© P. J. Oszmann (November 2007)
© Illustration created in Photoshop (2007)
Regis
Beautiful, sorrow laden words. But your wife is with you, within you, all around you. Nothing dies, my friend. Furthermore, you are not idle it seems: your mind is birthing sonnets in honour of her you love so deeply. Now what about a few verses telling us about her smile, her laughter and her beauty, as they resonate down through time and enrich us all?
It is a missing feeling depicted through the lines of this poetic grand... "Drifting idly - Sonnet" paints pain with the live colors of art.
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :(