I Met a Gracious Gifted Girl Two Years or So Ago . . . An American Sonnet

Writer's Workshop Note

Thank you, dear reader, for visiting and reading my work. Here today the time does not exist for me to include a full Writer's Workshop as I have so often done in the past on these hub-pages. But as with all my previous work, I invite response from any and all readers interested in the intersection of real poetry and real life, and I will respond to each and every one of you as best I can.

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I Met a Gracious Gifted Girl Two Years or So Ago

An American Sonnet

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Like effervescent tonic waters spark, and fume, and flow,

I met a gracious gifted girl two years or so ago.

Her lips were livid red, her eyes alertly big and bright;

she spoke of crushing setbacks in her search for true sunlight.

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In prayer and public internetted poetry, we schemed and planned

our trip to locate lasting love and truth in never-never land.

We headed freely through the morning mountains down the true turnpike;

she sternly told the witless, unforgiving world to take a hike!

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But when I came as guileless guest into her honest home to work it out,

and she began to see the unromantic routine work it was about,

she rediscovered painful lifelong obstacles in her well-practiced tears,

the greener grass already growing thick inside her fence of friendly fears.

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I met a gracious gifted girl two years or so ago.

I know I know, but still I wonder now, "Where did she go?"

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Max J. Havlick

Villa Park, IL 60181-1938

Monday, June 1, 2015, revised June 4, 2015