Encroaching Weeds
She’d not allow encroaching weeds
Among the flowers raised from seeds
In beds meticulously kept
Beyond the porch so neatly swept
Across from where the light recedes.
But lately there’ve been other needs
Demanding time, and thus proceeds
Her garden to appear unkept.
She’d not allow
The mares of any lesser breeds
To pair with her prize-winning steeds,
But in the dark and shadows crept
The vines and crab grass while she slept
Committing one of many deeds
She’d not allow.
Randal A. Burd, Jr. is a married father of two and an educator working on the site of a residential treatment facility in rural Missouri. Randal’s poems have recently been featured by The Society of Classical Poets, Vita Brevis, and the Amethyst Review among other publications.
This is a nice variation on the sonnet form, Randal!
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