Tuesday, April 11, 2017

JH Sayyar's Sonnets

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When I am summoned up in dream by my cold past,
Wearing black dresses standing all in long, long rows,
Falling eye drops and rising breath smoking, Aghast,
Blood coming from the eyes in bowing head pose,
All black with different faces, mirror of my thought
Running circle within the circle but the centre is one,
All reflect my future dark town my soul caught,
Looking at the sight of hope do into coals turn,
Emotions burn and turn to as, then one piteous sigh,
And anon terror prevails my in body and soul,
Looking all dead turning into new shapes all night,
Frozen my will and soul: under black power control,

Sigh within sigh reveals, a new shape shifting trend,
But by deceiving, take not my curse, o my cute friend,