Category: (Anti)sonnets

The memory of strangers

April 6th, 2026

you hope that one last word will flow toward the future,

one step ahead of us, and all those days too short

for memory to lose its presence in the abyss of tomorrow,

one breath behind us and all those nights too short

so memory can gain its presence in the fullness of today,

somewhere between clasped hands and our gazes still as one,

nowhere as close as at the verge of those ascending whispers,

fathomed through lengths shared not by any measure of distance

between the flame and candle light, between the shadow and the sight,

between those two who could not see beyond the broken trust

of memory rekindling with the hunting dusk, seemingly unbeknownst

to the one mirrored in the other’s eyes, like strangers in disguise,

still distant.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘The memory of strangers’, by Yonder Dale)
Antisonnet 4

January 12th, 2026

to return is not a right, but a wrong move forward,

one which will hold no more a promise, but regret,

on days when all that’s left is still to be unwhispered in a word

collaged onto the glass wall that surrounds you, to forget

the moments of betrayal, as love keeps shielding all those pasts

so clear, you keep on taking breaths skipped more than once;

for it was true in all its lack of truthfulness that lasts –

you have not lost a right but a wrong move forward into impulse,

no battles, not a war, neither a game, just blank a nothing that would circle

into viciousness too deep, so that another thought can move on seamlessly,

without memories of you entangled in the flowing verse that keeps sounding too mortal,

on what is not one day too many, spent rewriting rhymes to tunes that loop on ceaselessly.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Love song’, by Max Richter)
Antisonnet 3

June 25th, 2025

That one last song of truthful whispers,

Succumbing to the fear of moving, resonating distance,

And naïve hopes that all that was between us

Would cease not with remembrance but solace

Found at the end of those illusions, lost in thought,

Beyond smooth shades of ignorance or kindness wrought,

Leaving a future open to revert within itself,

A tingle hoped, yet outpaced by those regrets still felt,

And stillness that won’t mystify you out of drift,

With an existence conjured, not one that would bridge this rift.

(inspired by the sounds of ‘Love song’, by Max Richter)

Category: (Anti)sonnets

The memory of strangers

Antisonnet 4

Antisonnet 3