Lost Poem

I found a sonnet I sent you so many years ago.

Reading it once more, I wondered what I had meant back then

And I pondered if those who lingered in a second look

(Noting the rhyme and meter I wanted you to know)

Grasped my meaning. I listened to the Muse each time when

She came but she caught me unawares that bygone day

And my verse was not only misdirected but far astray.

It takes a little more than finding something that was lost

To make my forlorn heart beat with faster systole

As yours might too, and to feel the very tendrils cross

In such a fervent way you'd send a loving kiss to me."

(I'll not lose today's brand new declaration along side)

An honest sonnet ought to show and tell what's deep inside.

By Maynard Lee Sisler

2008