Pretend

Today, I offer another sonnet, written long ago, that echoes a slightly familiar theme. Though I don’t use the word divorce in this poem, it should be clear that’s what I’m referencing.

Only Make Believe, sonnet, divorce, poetry, poem

Only Make Believe

I’ve touched on divorce previously (here and here and here, just to cite three). I reiterate my comments from the December 5, 2013 post in which I emphasize how the situations of others often affect me deep, deep down and most of the time, I seem to work these things out via my poetry.

I think today’s sonnet is probably less jarring than the one from December, but it’s difficult for me to imagine divorce not being something that shakes a person to the core. (Maybe it’s just me?)

Renée