"I'm going to speak my mind because I have nothing to lose."--S.I. Hayakawa

Sunday, May 30, 2010


..and it's a sonnet. Sorta. Kinda. It's supposed to be a sonnet. And, it's a first for Gullible. Be kind in your critiques, please.

Safe Haven

I toss and turn in worry-poisoned dreams

Of shadow-shapes that prey upon me yet,

Enwrapped in sweat-soaked sheets and silent screams

Whose echoes linger so I can’t forget.

Last night I dreamt I fled from them in grief,

And when I stopped, I saw you standing there,

Your strong arms open wide offered relief,

A haven safe from nightmare’s harm and care.

I held you close and saw your smile—Robert-

Mitchum, devil-may-care—then my troubles

Were gone, as if in death you could assert

The pow’r to vanquish all our obstacles.

But dawn, the night-lived dreams cannot survive:

Our bed, a bier on which your mem’ry lies.


  1. I'm not qualified to critique how you write the words, but I'm very familiar with what they say. I like it.

  2. I'm delighted with your first attempt at a sonnet. Your words flowed easily as I read them. Of course I'm familiar with the details that prompted this particular poem so it touches me more profoundly than it might some readers.