Invisible Woman, An Unconventional American Sonnet

Invisible Woman

An Unconventional American Sonnet

Invisible woman, so quiet, so careful, so cool, and so coy,

the harvest moon blushes bright red at your consummate, poetic ploy.

Undaunted, you pointedly knock on my Internet door to inquire,

“Is anyone there tending fires of judicious, ecstatic desire?”

But when I can finally open the diligent, all-knowing door,

I find no one waiting me there but a frustrated, translucent floor.

The floor with appropriate creak and a shrug looks at me plaintively,

“She treats you much better than me! For she heartlessly walks over me!”

Invisible woman, what secrets, what wonders, what fears in you grow?

What whispering words to express the delights and the dangers you know?

You seem to desire new adult conversation and meaningful friendship:

Have weighty dilemmas of life tied your eloquent tongue to a turnip?

The world need not come to a premature end from relentless frustration,

for Nature equipped every person with powers of endless creation.

Max J. Havlick

Villa Park, Illinois 60181-1938

Late Saturday night, Oct. 10-11, 2015