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.
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?)