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Unsewn

February 2, 2017
By PolinaKassir GOLD, Frederick, Maryland
PolinaKassir GOLD, Frederick, Maryland
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‘Tis true; a thousand years for the search of
The Rainbow’s gold gives man his sweetest dream;
More even than his heart’s filling: his dove
Holds not his life’s thread: a trailing, loose, seam.
His arrow strikes her olive, the wheat stalk
Bends to the sickle. Consider this gold’s
Worth--not one silver, yet grips man’s life. Talk
Not--though but seed, he plants more life: behold!
One fibrous strand, when a prodigal,
Has no purpose as when through an eyelet.
She weaves it to life, for her life; she’ll call,
He’ll frown, cut each thread: no love!--his heart’s set.
Little she is, little he thinks of her;
An open seam, two split hearts for ‘er.


The author's comments:

This is a sonnet written in the style of William Shakespeare. It is about the human nature to ignore what is truly important for other things.


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