A quadrille for my Rodnoy, my king of sonnets

A peaceful Sunday,
watching
queen sun’s
everyday bowing,

with a shaken call,
soul-stirring words,
i learned of
your sudden passing,

premature, it is,
a thief of sonnets I did
not see coming,

with a holed heart
I ache for your pen’s rash

drying.

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A poem I wish I never had to write for my Rodnoy, my big brother, the classic poet, Instagram’s @elusive.illusion. Rest in peace, in bliss, with so much love. 😦

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03.10.2020
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For dVerse Quadrille #99 – Poems Stirred, Not Shaken