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Incense - A Sonnet

Rinita is a creative writer, with focus on poetry. She delves into several forms including Haiku/Senryu, Sonnets, Free Verse, and Prose.

The Poem

Bereaved, forsaken, lonely, dying luck

Another figure passing undeterred

Embarrassed, fluttered, never looking back

Damp incense doesn’t burn, the man inferred

Red hair, freckles on his chin, he still smiles

Another sun goes down, closing the day

Returns with a penny or two with him

Damp incense set aside for thanks and pray

A foggy morrow will bring no more hopes

Yet he sets foot on the cold winter snow

Until the moonset he gazes and waits

Feet numb from wind like a venom arrow

Red cheeks turn white, a passerby returns

Miles from his cold shroud, a damp incense burns


This is the first time I tried my hands on a sonnet. The inspiration for this poem comes from two different sources. One is a story that I had read in childhood named "The Little Match Girl", and two is the child I watched the other day standing in the cold trying to sell incense sticks to complete strangers.

A word about sonnet: A sonnet is a form of poetry that consists of 14 lines. Each line has 10 syllables, and the pattern is that each non-stressed syllable is followed by a stressed syllable. The lines can rhyme in any order but the last two lines must form a couplet.

© 2012 Rinita Sen

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