Thursday, December 18, 2014

Sonnet for Gary

We all live after death in memory
   Which smooths the rough stone of our lives until
It has the curve and line of poetry
   Like happiness that we from grief distill.
In memory, our awkward symphony
   Will lose its baser frets, and all our false
Notes will be tweaked into a harmony
   That turns our halting tune into a waltz—
The way we made an album from your life,
   My brother—upbeat tracks that we can hum
Whose high notes are so strong they dull the knife
   Of grief that made the world bleed and become
      Empty without you—empty, cold and wrong—
      Until we close our eyes and hear your song.


Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells


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