October: A Sestina

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My first sestina.

Submitted: February 01, 2012

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In silence she ate her dinner
During the lonely, cold summer
Finding in a magazine, the truth
“Is this all that is written?”
Carefully waiting for October
And finding bitter spinach in her teeth.
 
The monster with sharp yellow teeth
Sits next to the plate of dinner,.
And this year’s month of October
Will not come after summer
On every signpost this is written,
In her dreams this is quiet truth
 
The lonely house portrays the truth.
Every memory brings his smile and teeth.
On his face, in each picture it’s written,
But this may be her last dinner,
This may be his last summer.
Will she see him again in October?
 
No news until October,
But she brought on herself this truth.
She would have been with him all summer,
But chasing her were dogs with sharp teeth,
Fear forced her to eat alone this dinner.
It must keep being rewritten.
 
Her loneliness on a stone is written.
It will end by October.
Yet as she eats her dinner
She suppresses from herself the truth.
In the jungle of her mind roars of teeth
Occupy the tan summer.
 
She must forget over the summer
“I cannot be blamed for what is written.”
Dry conversations still on her teeth
Ask, “Where is last October?”
She cries constantly over the truth; 
That she cooked her own dinner.
 
The summer in October,
The written is the simple truth,
Brush your teeth after dinner.
 
 


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