Why Must You Whisper

nair36

Robert Starkey

Crown of Sonnets

 

 

Why Must You Whisper

I

Why must you whisper knowing you can speak?

I’m sincere when I sunder don’t tease me

The shadow of your woodwind shares my shriek

The devil goes through more just to please me

In return I exchange deeds with nectar

Sly devils by the Gods they may be yet,

Grinding cherries to wine view reflector

In this reflection (it’s odd, but) we met

I wanted to say hi instead a stare

Then you told me to drink you to be one

If be shallows of the condemned, beware

So it is written and so it’s begun

More hush the shadow the louder the bark

Make me a man unafraid of the dark

 

Make Me A Man

II

Make me a man unafraid of the dark

Look under my skin then give it a peel

Find the unnoticeable grieving mark

Attest the corners last profuse puerile

Dig a little deeper to the skinned stains

Split through what to find but grungy surprise

Copy the leeches, suck them from my veins

It’s a shame I once lived under disguise

A harmonious laugh from the heavens

In the midst of producing proper prayer

I have tried to steer clear from the sevens

Angels remain solid behind my hair

But you are no angel are you my friend?

When colors, thoughts and the subconscious blend

 

Blend

III

When colors, thoughts and the subconscious blend

It makes for a better explanation

My sympathy to the ones who pretend

Maybe jealousy due contemplation

Wishing this is real to extents won’t cut

You have to exist to loan me your voice

When actions won’t do trade mongrel for mutt

To see I’m still in it to make fare choice

Say hello and it makes me curious

When and what time might you come say goodbye?

Hell hath produce the wine thoust furious

All this wondering draws the question “why?”

And, “why” is too way to much to grasp for now

I’d fill in the gaps but I don’t know how

 

I’d Fill In The Gaps

IV

I’d fill in the gaps but I don’t know how

Quiz, question, quarrel what moral proves why?

There are just some things I cannot allow

For instance the moment you say goodbye

Looking for the scattered puzzle pieces

Dive into oblivion and wallow

It ‘tis a board game that never ceases

Pieces like me just empty and hollow

Drench me hysterical and watch me grow

Needs not to make any sense of the sort

Still I judge with my feet rooted below

And stay guarded by my subconscious fort

Midst in the subconscious I slumber out

The shadow in myself will number out

 

The Shadow in Myself

V

The shadow in myself will number out

Look me in my eyes then tell me to hush

Instead I scream out cold the smokers shout

You do the things that turn my brain to mush

One by one just to please you in your name

For that what is your name, times I might ask

How is and why is it that you became?

What is beyond the depths of your void-mask?

If you’ve no desire to tell then please don’t

I wish you not to feel the guilt of mine

Selfish it may be indeed yet I won’t;

Surrender to the shivers down my spine

I’ll be the darkness absorbing the light

Shadows and sparkles isn’t that a sight?

 

Shadows and Sparkles

VI

Shadows and sparkles isn’t that a sight?

Your morals intrigue me thee external

If your morals be irrelevant right

The ghosts of the posts still be nocturnal

Please keep talking to me crawl in my ears

Even if it means to be more stared at

I care not what thinks my valuable peers

Even if it means to be more glared at

Split me in two then sever me silly

A piece for each that looks for grand ideals

My flesh perfecting the water lily

Wisdom for the troubled now have my meals

How could I’ve been so afraid of the dark?

I think it’s time you and I shall embark

 

I Think It’s Time

VII

I think it’s time you and I shall embark

And journey we shall through such adventures

Danger and downs to the fuel and the spark

We’ll journey till the day I have dentures

I’ll hold your name with a torch to my lips

And breathe the name setting me free in life

Woken, unspoken how do you eclipse

Higher pitched than the fine fiddlers fife

And your name forever lasts within me

Brothers in psych I like the sound of that

You’re a mind-boulder floating on the sea

Thank you for everything thanks for the chat

So now here I am to open my beak

Why must you whisper knowing you can speak?

  • Author: Rob (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 8th, 2013 21:36
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Having chanced on this earlier when it was all slid together as MPS aka P&P is wont to do, disregarding formats, I was too impressed. Now that you've aligned it to read so deliciously as sonnets (which incidentally I adore, if well done) it is all the more a nearly entrancing pleasure to read, though, as per the form, rather over my head since you've utilized the opportunity to delve deeper and realms I'm unfamiliar with, or else your metaphors handily elude my comprehension. That blather aside, impressive, wonderful...but a crown was originally either 10 linked or most recently 15 linked sonnets, the 15th being a sonnet of the first lines of each of the previous sonnets. I confess here I have only begun a crown and made it no further yet than three or four sonnets. Very lovely and thought-provoking with fantastic imagery. Thanks a ton for sharing. I'd love my own copy to muse on alongside Keats and Shelley.

    ttfn,
    Jenny

    • nair36

      Thank you,

      In college we learned the shortest crown can go up to seven sonnets but not as I say, "not all in text is fair". If I were to enter one of my poems between, "Plumbs and Peaches" and this which one do you think would have the better outcome?

      • Cheeky Missy

        Frankly, I think the best reception depends on both the specs as well as the appetite of the judges. After that, I think your sonnet collection aka "crown" is better written. And I prefer it easily. But sonnets are not much appreciated these days, it seems. Which do you think will register the best outcome?

        ttfn,
        Jenny



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