Sonnet: Our Deepest Thoughts

© Olan L. Smith, 12-24-24 (parody of Shakespeare)

To cry or not to cry, our deepest thoughts:

Are we nobler to suffer tearless eyes?

Or sling our arrows at righteous living,

And thus we arm ourselves against tearless fears

And by opposing an end to tears: to die,

To cry no more: and to weep, nay, to worry,

The heartache, and the thousand needles within

Our eyes; this flesh to rot, an heir's whitest bones.

They animate flesh with words of nature.

Defibrillate our resurrection, our devout,

Oh death instead of love, a heart's delay

Reprieve; do not reject tears of glory come.

        Yet, two souls, they must bear the hate we have.

        That flung us like heated coals and burned our souls.

(A.N. Our Deepest Thoughts is a parody I've written taken from Hamlet's soliloquy where he contemplates death or suicide. I wrote this today in comment on one of Ajay Kumar's poems, Dec. 24th, 2024. The subject of his poem was tears. Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 1. I didn't include this in my collection of Sonnets because it is a parody.)