Sonnet 4-08 by John Reed

Sonnet by John Reed -
Sonnet 4-08

She comes like a wrecking ball in winter,
razing the old tenement and with it,
plink-plinking, she shatters your ice to splinters.
No one expects the foundation: the pit.
But you always recognized the ruins,
the crumbling walls, the painted hearts—you knew
it like a child alone will know to spin.
When you lie down, the weeds will take their pews,
and the white sun is too far to warm you,
and only the wrecking ball, your gray moon,
is licking at the air for bloody dew.
And whenever she comes, she comes too soon.
And you will love her like the broken glass
loves the wind that blows away the ashes.

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• John Reed
• Carrie Moon
• Poetry
• Wrecking Ball

[carriemoon]

@theamazingrandy1 Thanks! yes.. just one more. I can't seem to post the link. It's called "wrecking ball' or 'pinky'.

[theamazingrandy1]

Beautiful reading! Have you done more of these?