In The Sunday Whirl, Brenda selected some ‘dark’ words for Wordle #16, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/wordle-16/. The words she selected were: tender, swept, torments, rusty, prophets, notes, crawling, walk, cement, sun, scars, morning. As contrary as I am, my first thought was to write something upbeat. I had to take my time machine back to the 70s to come up with a future sonnet.
A FUTURE SONNET
by Mike Patrick
The rusty hinges of the neighbor’s gate,
screamed out a greeting to the morning sun
who swept away the scars of last night’s rain
and remnants of a dream I’d just begun.
While traffic crawls around cement, new poured
in dark of night, I walk to work in joy.
Stray thoughts of wistful dreams are now ignored,
preempted by the thoughts of our new boy.
Our tender love created something more
than dusty prophets’ notes have yet foretold.
A bond, a life . . . a future to adore,
was made by you and me to have—to hold.
A sliver of the future, we now guide.
I have no fear, you’re always by my side.