Sonnet: Science-Fiction

I would rather it were science-fiction,

Than painfully, profound reality.

I cannot believe that the world if free,

When Poverty, seems like an addiction.

Living from one pay-check to the next one,

Is a societal sickness. Disagree?

When Rent over Food is necessity.

How can one plan for what is to come?

Recklessly destroyed resources now rare

Ready revolutionary replacements

Because soon fossil-fuels will disappear

And all that will be left is displacement.

Our children will not thank us for failure,

Or for repeated, reckless behaviour.

2019 ©DSCoremans

Zanze: Your Words

Your words poison my heart and mind.

You give no thought to what you say;

Solace in meaning hard to find.

For that which I regret I pray.

Your words poison my heart,

Just as they did back then.

Love was neither the start;

Nor predictable end.

Your words poison

Everything!

They are noise in

My worshiping.

Your words

Sound unrefined;

The song of tuneless birds.

Your words poison my heart and mind.

2019©DSCoremans

Zanze: Feeling

Feeling as though I can’t be seen

I am walked through like a doorway

I live a life that has not been

Of my life I am a stow-away.

Feeling as though I can’t

Make any more mistakes

A truth I can’t recant

Too fast to hit the brakes.

Feeling as though

My mind is blank

I want to go

But my heart sank.

Feeling

A building scream

I find myself kneeling

Feeling as though I can’t be seen.

2019©DSCoremans

Sonnet: 8th September 2018

This was the day on which my mother died.

On this day, I learned the meaning of pain

And though time has passed, this hurt will remain

Long after the tears that have fallen dried.

I have forgotten, but I cannot hide

From truth, anymore than I can from shame.

I have lost the one who gave me my name

Taken farther than the waves on a tide.

I believe that I will see her again

Though departed from her physical form

I will still know when my time may come

Already she waits patiently till then

As life without her becomes our new norm

We work hard, to try to remember mum.

2019©DSCoremans

Zanze: Moving Forward

Am I moving forward, or not?
This question is hard to answer
I thought I knew, but I forgot
Indecision feeds like cancer.

Am I moving forward?
Have I been left behind?
Must I travel towards,
A goal I’ll never find.

Am I moving,
Or standing still?
Disapproving;
An iron will.

Am I
Left here to rot?
What is there left to try?
Am I moving forward, or not?

2019©DSCoremans

Sonnet: Science-Fiction

I would rather it were science-fiction,
Than painfully, profound reality.
I cannot believe that the world if free,
When Poverty, seems like an addiction.

Living from one pay-check to the next one,
Is a societal sickness. Disagree?
When Rent over Food is necessity.
How can one plan for what is to come?

Recklessly destroyed resources now rare
Ready revolutionary replacements
Because soon fossil-fuels will disappear
And all that will be left is displacement.

Our children will not thank us for failure,
Or for repeated, reckless behaviour.

2019 ©DSCoremans

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Once again thank you to Sonya, whose reply to a comment today filled me with inspiration. Sonya I may have to add you to my list of muses, you have been my catalyst for creation for the past couple of days. Thank you.

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