Memories – A Kyrielle Sonnet

by PookyH

Memories are dishonest things,

Over time they grow warts or wings.

They can cause grief, or fights or fuss,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

That mountain that we tried to climb,

And found all too adventurous,

We climbed it in our mind’s own eye,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

That lover who showed us the door,

Whose love made us delirious,

We “dumped him and he begged for more”,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

Memories are dishonest things,

Sometimes those white lies comfort us.

[My first attempt at a Kyrielle sonnet]

4 Comments to “Memories – A Kyrielle Sonnet”

  1. This one is good, and kind of “ouchy” to me–as sometimes those memories have me running on a wheel, getting nowhere fast (and no thinner).

  2. This is a deep subject Pooky!

    And you are braver than me atrempting this sonnet!! 🙂

    Xx

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