The Myth of Gossip (Sonnet)

It is an old, Asian myth that when another
Speaks about you in your convenient absence
that you will sneeze unexpectedly.
That, dear one, is nothing more than a myth.
A myth to make young ones question their peers.
The anxiety fills in your chest,

The self-loathing spills upon your red face,
As you listen to your heart go 'Pitter Patter'.
"Oh, look! Is that my fellow man?" You say.

He doesn't bother to glance your way,
pearly white and perfectly straight smile
as he laughs with the others full of pride.

Oh, dear-- look at him speak vivaciously!
I sneeze, my heart freezes, and then I can breath.

On a Drive in Utah

The woman looks to her right hand only to see
Shards of broken glass.
In spite of her pain, her heart leaps,
With anxiety, anguish and guilt.
"Losing my husband to my negligence is far too hefty of a fee."

She thinks to herself. She hates herself.
She lets out a painful groan, and wipes her chin
only to see a simple red smudge on her knuckle.
Her eyes wide as saucers, her own pain put on the shelf.

She poked her heavy head forward to see her passenger,
Lifelessly laying in the sagebrush.

Article Link

Article for narrative poem:

http://www.studentnewsdaily.com/blog/human-interest-news-stories/utah-widow-sues-herself/

How an Eagle Saved a Sparrow (Sonnet)

I lift my eyes up and ask the Lord this;

How can I save my brothers and sisters?

How can I draw them closer to You?

How can I make them seek after you?

Is there a way to make someone love You?

Dear, Lord, I am exhausted-- beyond belief.

When I come to you with these inquiries

You always answer with a humbling cry;

“Child! This is not your responsibility,

It is your duty to love the unloveable,

To forgive the unforgiveable.

So lift your eyes up and rather ask Me this;

Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.’

And remember where your place is, dear one.