Pop Sonnet #4320

Sensory deprivation for a healing wound
That scares your inner mind's eye
And keeps the far away in the big loom
That circles like ravens that cry

And if there are games
That you felt were renewing
The prophecy tames
The filament brewing

Beneath the rest appearance
There is some mind
That sets up the clearance
Nothing of the kind

Where I have forgotten days of our youth
Settle the score when you became truth

Pop Sonnet #4321

I love when the numbers form patterns that math
Can be used to get these equations
Where the final approach to the sad laugh
Will be all of your new abrasions

And if there was progress
Before you inherit the flail
Before anyone less
Ends up with the rail

Pass you needed before branching off
And wondered in the wave of lift
To be all that imposed the cough
And worked out to shift

And if I expand before night turns to dark
Wondering now were you in the close park

Pop Sonnet #4322

I am making a stop before treats
And looking into a form of the page
That looked like the complete
To burn off in the stage

And I needed comfort when
You added stops
And further the next one in
When nothing goes for crops

That rise in the field
And bury your range
And appointments to shield
The courage of strange

And felt like I had said this all once before
Maybe that is why there will be so many more

Pop Sonnet #4323

That was a river of tears that I shared
Because I know not what surprise
Is all that courses came to get paired
To the nature of the bridge allies

And if there is distance in my gradient
Of light waves that fill colorful reflections
Across the wall in the stadium
And if I never completed directions

There are still moments I take a turn
Where I find the problem to be
Anything I can ever return
I have nothing to see

Because whether or not the sky is a goal
I will now purposefully go to full

Pop Sonnet #4324

What did you skip in boredom shift take
That was the phony eraser
I don't believe in your lying mistake
It makes no difference for a tracer

Of the lines that were already down
Looking at the mode of the show
And if I ever returned to that town
You could gain for me slow

The seat of reckoning still allows
Purpose to ease from the crown
To be the one that maintains the shallows
And turns the record around

It just seems like nothing can chance
I will burn the advice to gain advance

Pop Sonnet #4325

That was the move I never have made
To look into captions that heal
Where deadlocked guidance played
And gave unto the next meal

To catch a ringing phone
That fell from the tarp
And left us ingrown
To understand the harp

Which never will I turn in
The voices that coming loud
To be all about the very thin
And to stand tall and proud

Before you get the dismissal to choke
Catch you now when I fell for the smoke

Pop Sonnet #4326

The only measure I will play twice
Will cause a recurrence to tell
And going all along the ice
Will follow behind the mail

And if you ever wanted a look
To capture where the stalled
And maybe from now on you took
That only mailroom where dolled

To the grid before the ceremony so plain
That darkness the hold is bidding
That anyone can tell I am now quite sane
Just to know what I was quitting

Because there are factors that usher in
The firmer head that will spin

Pop Sonnet #4327

I had to push hard to get through this week
It was just all nearing the third
Of the completeness of the streak
That fell upon whatever heard

And like I said I only go to places I can see
If hours run slow you will know why
Because soon at a pleasant rest I will be
And then you know to let me sigh

To look at the monster that is all around
The walls of the guidance in place
And to come back next to sound
Would be like fevers to retrace

And no one really cared about my fault
That was just too hard to hold onto salt

Pop Sonnet #4328

How it went so slow
In comparison to the rush
There are just symbols I have to know
Before I can look upon such

That ideogram that left a font
In the system to sail
To be the one they want
And try harder to trail

There are no ways of knowing
The track was gathering end
And whether partial to growing
Where anyone will go and send

To the four corners of the Earth just to explore
They will wind up with minds of the door

Pop Sonnet #4329

I do now suggest that your time is right now
To shine and give the space breath so light
When will you talk to me ever get down
And look upon resonance that wills out the sight

That you came upon before asking to please
Give only the testimony of myself
Gone to advice there are types that give breeze
To the honest one's health

And something sounds tricky
When I have to buy
The whole cup is sticky
For cups that don't vie

For a garden of flowers that bloom all year long
That would be the way with anything strong