(From November 2018 through March 2019, I wrote one poem a day for 100 days at my Facebook page. While I get my act together to return to ranking things, I will be reprinting the poems here. I’m currently writing another 100 poems. Rankings will resume soon)
Diplomas mark the end of public school
Your web of classmates simply brushed aside
And all the things you didn’t say are moot
You part from both the friendly and the cruel
Did your years there leave you unsatisfied?
You dwell on them in your new business suit
And hope those weren’t the best years of your life
As you become the thing that you decried
The seed of adulthood bears bitter fruit
No matter when you bring your pruning knife
What will you say after you cross that stage?
You’re mute
(A curtal sonnet, Originally published here on December 12, 2018)