Thursday, October 23, 2014

expanding universe sonnet #2

by helena garfield sternwall

i strove to be a sensitive soul
and love the world without restraint
universal acceptance was my goal
at any nastiness i would faint

at first my fellow humans smiled
and only slightly raised their brows
but soon grew weary of my style
and quit my company with polite bows

"tiresome", "bluestocking" , "thundering bore"
were the inevitable epithets
i walked along a lonely shore
no longer one of society's pets

into darkness the idealist slinks
as the world orders another round of drinks

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