not a sonnet

 

one thought
one word
no bird
is caught
we bought
sweet curd
absurd
yet fraught
no man
is wise
and yet
we can
see ties
and ban

absence of moonlight

 a modest chance but one we have to take
each road will twist and turn before the end
no telling upward from the downward trend
but we'll pretend that everything is jake
what you'll find is that all we do is fake
we cannot give you anything we send
with lies and compliments we will befriend
and then will sink you in the deepest lake
what do we do when faced with no desire
that can be fed with hope or sweet delight
but needs a flame that only life can feed
we can't be sacrificed in that great fire
and joy refuses to be turned to blight
no truths appear at times of deepest need