06-16-2012, 05:32 AM
A Sonnet on a Guilty Man Waking edit 1 addy
Through guilt he wakens with a start,
As every sunrise pricks his heart.
He, startled, leaps to self-defending;
Loud his protest and offending
By vectored accusations flying,
Undirected. Though denying,
He shares the bed where guilt is resting,
Where joined in dreams his soul is testing.
Awake! Awake! See conscience stirring.
The words spill out with thoughts still whirring.
Then no heed take of what is hearsay,
Rumour, rancour, bile or beer-say.
Guilty men are loud in protest;
Innocence is the quiet poet.
TAK 2006
Through guilt he wakens with a start,
As every sunrise pricks his heart.
He, startled, leaps to self-defending;
Loud his protest and offending
By vectored accusations flying,
Undirected. Though denying,
He shares the bed where guilt is resting,
Where joined in dreams his soul is testing.
Awake! Awake! See conscience stirring.
The words spill out with thoughts still whirring.
Then no heed take of what is hearsay,
Rumour, rancour, bile or beer-say.
Guilty men are loud in protest;
Innocence is the quiet poet.
TAK 2006