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  • By Susan Botzet


I lie awake at night and count the stars

that cluster, cluttering the sky and mind

with numbers vast and overwhelming. Mars

portends debilitating doubt. Unkind

anxiety. Distrusting each unwise

decision made, regrets yet pile and grow

with every passing second. Lists surmise

a wasted life, designed to reach plateau.

You lie beside me hand in hand, your warmth

gets passed from fingers clasped and radiates

desire. Your stillness penetrates the storm

and guides me back into your arms, creates

the space to realize doubts are wasted hours

we’re meant to spend together under stars.

Susan Botzet lives in Ventura, California with her husband and is pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing at Mount Saint Mary’s University in Los Angeles.


May 07, 2022

This is a very beautiful sonnet. I have read it a few times now, and it has really grown on me. I look forward to reading more of your work.


Mar 31, 2022

I very much enjoyed this sonnet. The language is natural, and the frequent enjambment masks the rhyme just enough to ensure an even flow of the language. I particularly like the poem's message, zeroing in from the cold, distant stars to the human relationship right at one's side, and reminding the audience how focusing on abstractions often causes us to lose sight of what frequently makes life worth living.

Apr 01, 2022
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Yes. The enjambment seems to combine the Shakespeare of the sonnets with the Shakespeare of the plays. The intense privacy and intimacy of the sonnets with the more exterior passions of the plays. The love-concerns of the sonnets with the perhaps wider concerns of the plays. This is one of the benefits of working within tradition: that you can summon up the great masters of the past to speak on your behalf. And even have conversations with them.


Mar 30, 2022

This is a very fine Shakespearean sonnet. It's nice to know the old forms are still the best.

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