Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #377
To Let The World Explode
by Belinda Roddie
To let the world explode, the one that I
worked so hard to create and to maintain -
with its tall mountains and majestic sky,
its deep oceans and rippling, mighty plains -
to let it collapse and look just the same
as it had been before I arrived here
and left a book embossed with my own name -
aye, that could be a fate that holds less fear
than that of attempting to salvage all.
I often hear advice of how I should
fight for what I've build 'til I'm 'gainst the wall,
but these cold bricks do my shoulders no good;
I am hunched over, worn out from the pain,
my heart rate quickening, both my worlds strained.
by Belinda Roddie
To let the world explode, the one that I
worked so hard to create and to maintain -
with its tall mountains and majestic sky,
its deep oceans and rippling, mighty plains -
to let it collapse and look just the same
as it had been before I arrived here
and left a book embossed with my own name -
aye, that could be a fate that holds less fear
than that of attempting to salvage all.
I often hear advice of how I should
fight for what I've build 'til I'm 'gainst the wall,
but these cold bricks do my shoulders no good;
I am hunched over, worn out from the pain,
my heart rate quickening, both my worlds strained.
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