Sonnet 5/9/2003

©Eleanor Fairchild (Truly Carmichael)



There is almost a burning in my skin
A dizzy whirling torrent in my mind
It's hard to keep my trembling thoughts within
And harder still to calm contentment find

I have no focus for my current state
And anyway, I'm not the type to blame
Though you have much inspired my words of late
This restless tingle does not bear your name

So why then, does my spinning head refuse
To shape with words this endless energy.
So I can recognize or better use
This scattered, wild, excited edge of me.

The cause of this unnerving mental din?
The world is green without, yet I'm within.