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LOVE SONNET We drove in silence through the silent pass, The mountain walls above, below, rock- Strewn and wind scoured. A distant house Across the valley floor clung remote By chance or choice from neighbor, town, or friend, Its walls a momntary white below The mountain's slate gray menace. Wind Swept wetly across the sullen slopes. And we, father, son - strangers - trapped In an ungainly silence made loud by years of Love unspoken, now unspeakable, sat Close yet distant, neither father, son, nor friend. Each hiding in his mountain pass in fear Afraid to speak the words each longs to hear. |
Additional Notes:
This poem was published in Lite Literary Newspaper. Slight changes have been made.
ADDITIONAL NOTES: This poem is minimally autobiographical: I have a son. We travelled together. We went through some desolate mountain passes. The rest is neither autobiographical nor, to the best of my knowledge, biographical.
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