Sonnet # 9

by M. Douglas Hoss

We own ebony's existence like the
heirs of some vast estate. We own silence,
the lack of light. We own a breathlessness
we cannot be heard across. We call such

death truth, our reckoning, and every
twinge of sparkle that comes, goes without a
blithesome permanence in this barren
void. Here then, the very darkness owns all

parts of us too. Yet, we feast upon its
insistence, any light becoming the
nectar of our wine; any hope, meat for

our repast. Here, this banquet becomes
a darkness lost in love, the absolute
of something far more everlasting.

From: 
"The Love Sonnets of M. Douglas Hoss" by M. Douglas Hoss




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ABOUT THE POET ~
M. Douglas Hoss was born in Wichita, Kansas on March 28th, 1957. He has studied English and poetry for over twenty years, and in 2005 had his first book "From Time To Time" published by the Western Virginia Foundation for the Arts and Sciences, which was so successful, that signed copies of a first edition paperback sell for over $80.00 on the internet. Afterwards, he taught English and College level literature overseas and later moved to Seattle, Washington where he now resides, working on his next three books.


Last updated April 25, 2013