My Sonnets

By obatala

Sonnets

By obatala on Sun, 08 Jul 2007

A sonnet: Imagine we are mucous gunk that flows...

By obatala on Sat, 14 Jul 2007

The guise of fact that lies behind an act will do to foreshore our vain pretences.

By obatala on Sat, 14 Jul 2007

unsure, afraid, we tread the trail of fate

By obatala on Thu, 09 Aug 2007

A pair of puppies straining at the leash

By obatala on Thu, 09 Aug 2007

The darts of rage are flung with force and fail To find the target which they seek to nail