SMILEY’S QUAGMIRE

There are hidden smiles in your every sizzled, cut word.
The more contemptuous the replied tone sliced by love,
as wings torn by wind’s fury from a crippled, flightless dove,
the more I am to behave placidly, as a taciturn blind bird.

But, I am but a tiny beast trilling from my chest furred;
scarring sounds silence my simpering sighs devoid of
emotional things that in itself make you unworthy of
fancying flights of wingless volitation deterred and unheard.

Although there are days when you grace me with your smile,
a sight so truly unique that surely no one would believe
my ramblings of supposed cracks in your face unbreakable,

it is still my belief that your intent is to beguile
my attention, if only for a while, as an orderly reprieve
to remind me that, though lamentable, you are irreplaceable.

@kwirb #30Days30Sonnets
September 26th 2015.