The Lost
Confidant
I lay my head against
the cool grey stone.
The hot tears scald my
eyes. I shut them tight,
A vain attempt to dam
the threatening flow.
This final resting
place for you feels right,
A haven for me, a
comforting place.
My fingers trace your
name, forever etched
Into the marble as my
mind. Your face,
Though gone for years,
is fresh and real, untouched
By time. I sigh
and stretch atop your grave,
The cool green carpet
tickling yet soothing
As I confide in you my
fears. I grieve
For lost dreams and
you, my fingers curling
In your blanket of
dirt and leaves, soaking
it with tears that
finally course, cascading.
This poem is written
in memory of my
grandfather, Daniel
Wilson "Son" Clayton.
March 21, 1893 - April
21, 1981
You will always be my
best friend.
About
Poetry:
"The Lost Confidant"
is a sonnet.
The sonnet is a lyric
poem consisting of fourteen lines.
This particular sonnet
is a Shakespearean (English) one.
This sonnet
characteristically embodies four divisions:
three quatrains (each
with a rhyme-scheme of its own)
and a rhymed
couplet.
Thus the typical
rhyme-scheme for the English sonnet is
abab cdcd efef
gg.
The couplet at the end
is usually a commentary
on the foregoing, an
epigrammatic close.
 
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